of coincidence.
I seem to be the sort of person that coincidences happen to. Are you? Here are two of a long line of stories:
This woman that I was teaching with, here in Hong Kong, called Helen , was going for the weekend to the wedding of a great friend. I asked where in Australia, she said near Brisbane, I said "ooh where near Brisbane?", she said the name of the town, Oh I said "what road?" I said the name of the road my friend lived in , she said "what number?" her friend lived opposite! So I gave her a letter for Louise. and she had a cuppa and chat before the wedding! Weird eh?
Then I went on a residential drama course, during the school holidays. The following week my Mum and two children and I flew to Menorca,Spain for a break. We hired a car and true to form, got lost in the inland wilds. Eventually we found a beach and parked to have a swim. In the middle of the deserted beach sat two people from the course I had been to in Essex, England.
Strange but true.

I also get weird and wonderful things happening to me.

In 1971 I went to Mobassa in Kenya for a holiday and while I was there got talking to a family who also lived in England (actually I think most of the guests lived in England, but I digress). In 1973 I was in a pub in Hamble, England, having a pre-ball drink with some friends when a young man came up to me and said "Excuse me, but were you in Mombassa in 1971?" to which I replied that I had been, then another young man who was sitting at the bar said "See, I told you so!" - it was one of the sons of that family.

When my son was still at school (he is now twenty-seven) for a while he went sailing as a school activity and I used to collect him from school and drive him and some of his friends to the venue. This was on the east coast so the far side of the island to where we live, I used then sit and read while they had their lesson and sometimes I got talking to people who were admiring the scenery. One day I got into conversation with a couple from the UK, we chatted a little and that was the end of that. A year later I was in the west of the island visiting the local garden centre when some people were in the way of my trolley so I said "Excuse me" and the woman said "I would know that voice anywhere, you were in St Catherines last year and your son was sailing" - they had returned for another holiday here. We have almost a million visitors each year so I wonder what the odds are that they should bump into me again.

Several years ago we were on a cruise and one of our stops was on the island of St. Maarten. We rented a van and traveled around, stopping at various places, sometimes just for a look at the scenery and a few pictures. One of the stops we made was at a remote beach, deserted except for a local picking up trash. We got out and went down to the edge of the water, the kids collecting some shells and the rest of us just enjoying the view. A car pulled up and a couple got out and walked out toward the water. My father-in-law (who was the chatty sort) went over to talk with them and it turned out they were from a town not 5 miles away from ours.

I was waitressing in a fancy hotel in Scotland and got chatting to a Scottish couple whose son had married an Australian and they had settled down in Oz - in my home town. I wrote to Mum and told her of these couple and a couple of details about the son and wife (he was a chef, she worked in the local Ag centre) - in turn my Mum told a friend of hers who it turns out what a great friend of the wife. The friend hosted a BBQ that next weekend and Mum got to meet them and kept in touch with them. When I returned home a few months later, penniless, I met them myself and he gave me a job in the restaurant where he worked cause his Mum and Dad had said I was good at the job.

Years ago I was in Vancouver airport, catching an early flight home to Ontario (the flight is 4 1/2 hours to give you an idea of distance). I bumped into a friend from high school at the airport, waiting for a stand-by seat on the same flight. She didn't get on.

A couple of months ago I had to see a plastic surgeon about some skin lesions. His receptionist went to my high school (the year behind me) and recognized me immediately. I was gob smacked because of how many years it's been, and the fact that I didn't know her, not even when she told me her name! (I should also point out that the city we are in is not the city that the high school is in.)
To make things even weirder, it turns out that her husband worked with my husband (as recently as a couple of years ago) in yet a third city.

When I was very young, I spent saturdays in my grandfather's shoe repair shop. There was another little boy who came in and my grandpa said, "See that boy? He no grow up no more." (Grandpa was from Sicily).

Forty odd years later, I worked in a casino and we had a poker dealer who was a midget. He also did a kangaroo fight act at the Circus-Circus. We were talking and he was from Rochester, N.Y. where I was born. I asked in what area he lived. Yep, same neighborhood as grandpa's shop. It was him..... the little boy who no grow up no more!

Yes, it did give me a very strange feeling.

Two months ago during winter break I went to the US. When I got on the plane here in Argentina, I went to my seat and there was a very nice lady sitting next to it. After I sat down we started talking and twenty minutes or so into the conversation she told me she was an English translator and that she also taught translation courses and English grammar. I told her I was studying to be an English translator and I asked her where she taught those courses and she mentioned the college I go to and I said "that's where I go!". I thought it was such a big coincidence that I found a teacher from my college on the plane. We talked during most of the flight. I hope she remembers me if I ever get to take one of her courses

When I was in Australia two months ago, Mark and I were in Brisbane one day and decided to go to a pancake restaurant. On our way there through the very crowded CBD we passed a guy having a beer outside a café. My first thought was that he looked very Dutch. My second thought was that he looked very familiar! I turned around to have another look, and then saw the person he was with. I knew her too! They're both members of the sailing club I belong to, and were definitely the last people I expected to run in to on the other side of the world!