Thread: meet the sister

Thats freaky.

A few years ago I was on holiday in the U.S., standing on a street corner in L.A. waiting for the traffic lights to change. I was looking on the other side of the street and I thought that this bloke over there looked a lot like a guy who caught the bus from the same bus stop as mine each morning back home in Canberra.

As I got closer to him I couldnt believe how much he looked the guy from my bus stop. Then I noticed he was looking at me in a funny way. Apparently he was thinking that I looked a lot like a guy who caught the bus at his bus stop back in Canberra.

Neither of us knew that we would be in the U.S. at the same time but we managed to bump into each other in a street in L.A.

Not as freaky , Know we are not that big a place but.
I was in Darwin on holidays recently, walked onto the beach to take sunset pics and as we walked along the beach guy says "hi russell "
Neighbour from 3 doors away , neither knew the other was going .


The trouble with life is there's no background music.

Ashore

Reminds me of many MANY years ago when I was still living in my hometown of Adelaide. I was visiting Sydney and happened to be talking to (chatting up) a girl in a newsagency one day. We got to the 'where are you from?' stage and she said....
"Adelaide"
"Oh what part" says I (ever so smoothly)
"Well, not really Adelaide, I always say that cos no-one has ever heard of where I really come from" says she.
"Try me, you never know" I reply.
It turns out she was from Streaky Bay on the SA far West Coast and her parents ran the local General Store in a town of 1500 odd people. To her surprise I told her I know it well as my sister had lived there for several years and actually worked in that store with, my soon to be, date for that night.
Small world indeed.

Regards

Neil.

Another one.

A mate of mine took his holidays and decided to head to London.
Upon arriving at Heathrow he grabbed a cab and told the cabby to take him to the nearest pub ans he was quite thirsty after the long flight.
He walked into the bar and to his surprise, their were 4 guys from our home town holding holding it up......and knew them all.
What are the chances???

Sure is a small world when you think about it.

Didn't someone talk about seven degrees of seperation.

Sorta remember 6 degrees, that is 6 people between knowing everyone else on the planet, but that was before the "net"

Originally Posted by E. maculata

Sorta remember 6 degrees, that is 6 people between knowing everyone else on the planet, but that was before the "net"

Six, seven, we're all friends here ....

On another note, the use of the term before the "net" conjours up all sorts of scarey Sci-Fi nasties ...

but back to topic "Is curious random chance just a case of '**** happens' or is there more design ....."

HEY I spelt that "SH-ONE-T" happens !!!!

Originally Posted by burn

On another note, the use of the term before the "net" conjours up all sorts of scarey Sci-Fi nasties ...

yeah I agree with that image............. sorta explains the old guys around here bein' obsessed with tin foil wrapped around their heads stops all the aliens from being freaked out at their deviant thoughts.

I dropped in to the Rose hotel in Chippendale, Sydney one New Years Eve about 15 years ago to pick up some take-aways. While I was waiting for service, I got talking to this guy at the bar. He say's "is your name Darren".
"Yes it is," says I "how did you know?".
"I used to come down to Pambula Beach for holidays when I was a kid and you were one of the kids I used to play with in the surf".

Now, I never told the guy my name and no-one was with me who he could have over heard it from. I also never said I grew up in Pambula Beach. I remember a kid from Sydney who came down and stayed in the caravan park with his parents one year. I was about 8 years old. I had to go because people were waiting for me in the car so I never got to the bottom of it.

How the F did he know who I was?

many years ago, my Dad and I caught a taxi to work (he had a shop and I worked there Saturday mornings). This particular day we were approaching the shop and for some reason my Dad started telling the cab driver about a guy who was killed on the footpath, right outside the shop in a knife fight. This had happened about 8 months earlier. The fight stated in the pizza shop next door at around midnight. Dad was telling him about the Police putting chalk marks on the ground, splatters of blood on the footpath and the cars parked there. I noticed a funny look on the cab driver's face but Dad didn't. he just kept on with the story. When we pulled up outside the shop, the driver told us that the victim was his son ! Dad was speechless. Imagine the poor driver picking us up a few suburbs away and having to stop in that exact spot again.

Originally Posted by silentC

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How the F did he know who I was?

Some people just don't change their basic features over the years, even since mid childhood. Last year, I was on holiday and someone sitting next to me asked if I was 'Burn'. I said yes with a puzzled expression. He said he remembered me from 20 odd years earlier when I was a few years ahead of him at University. I asked how he remembered and he said that I haddn't changed ... perhaps less hair and greying ... but basically I was told I've not changed since my early 20's.

Originally Posted by silentC

How the F did he know who I was?

Terrific memory for faces.

As opposed to moi, I can't remember what you look like.

Thing is, I was in my early 20's and this guy hadn't seen me since I was 8 and we'd only met once for a few days. He must have had a very good memory is all I can say.