12. Your Cab’s Here.
A few years ago, I stepped into a cab and headed out for the evening. Shortly after being dropped off, I realized I had left my phone in the cab.
I tried calling it with no luck. I called the cab company, but because I had flagged the cab and paid cash, they had no real way of knowing which cab I was in. I figured the phone was as good as gone and went about my night.
Many hours later, having moved around the city quite a bit, I flagged down another cab. Sitting in the back seat, I start to think the driver looks familiar and realize that I’m in the same cab I had taken earlier. He hadn’t found a phone, but I started looking anyways. Sure enough, there it was, jammed in the seat. Me and my flip phone were happily reunited – only for me to put it in a washing machine two days later!
13. Was It Paul Hogan?
An American friend of mine by the name of Tom took his family on vacation to check out Antarctica. He met an Australian guy named Paul on Christmas day while he was down there. They didn’t exchange contact info.
A year later, on Christmas day, they Tom his family on vacation to Machu Picchu. He was looking down at a map when he heard, “Hey Tom, how the heck are you?” It was Paul, taking his family on their annual trip as well.
14. We’re Friends forever.
For my first semester of college, I moved out of state. I moved into my apartment and had a few days to myself before anyone else moved in.
After orientation, I found my new roommate sitting on his bed. I introduced myself, and he asked where I was from. When I told him, he said, “I used to have a friend named with your name.”
I said I used to have a friend with his name. We had been best friends in first and second grade until his family moved.
15. All Water Under The Bridge.
When I was a stupid teenager in the 80s, we would drive around town at night in my friend’s blue ’66 mustang and spray people with an old water fire extinguisher.
Ten years later, I was selling a house. Our primary buyer, an older retired lady, backed out last minute.
Our realtor dropped by to tell my wife and I the reason. She explained that while waiting at our our gate to be buzzed in, some teenagers had driven by and shot the old lady with a air soft gun. Oh boy.
The realtor then continued: “Yeah, I don’t know what’s wrong with kids. When I first came to America 10 years ago, we were sitting at a bus stop when a group of boys in a nice blue car drove up smiling. When they got closer they drenched us with water spray. What kind of person does that?”
On the bright side, the second offer we got was for $20,000 more!
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