I moved to Kentucky for a few years, to be near family, then to Los Angeles for a few years.

While outside smoking at the building I worked in torrence California, I started talking to a woman from a different office in the building. Turned out she was originally from the south suburbs of Chicago. More oddly, she lived most of her life in Paducah, Kentucky. Turned out her two boys were in my mother's English class in a school in Paducah. She was divorced and her ex husband had custody of the kids.

(at the same place as my friend Toya in fact) grew up in the same town as my mother in North Carolina. He's just a few years younger than her. This town has a population of about 15 people...

Oh oh oh, and then, at the same place again, another woman and I had worked together in Chicago and knew each other from Water Tower Place, some 10 years earlier! Gah I forgot about the other ones!

Do I know you .

I was in Chicago for just a year, and got to LA in the early 80's just after that. I was in show business most of the time! How about you?

Though I did play straight most of my life


I am guessing we never met. But damn that would have been cool!

Many years ago ( decades actually ) I was at work one night when a said he had a tool he modified that would help me with a difficult task I was beset with. He gave me directions where to find his locker, and he gave me the combination to open it so I could borrow the tool. It was a big locker room, with rows and rows of lockers. After searching, I found it, dialed the combination on the padlock, opened the locker, but could not find the tool.

Seeing him later that work night, I told him I was unable to find the tool in his locker. He said he just knew it was there and said come along and he'll get it for me. Leading the way, I went to the locker and he said "That's not my locker". We both chuckled at the remote coincidence that two padlocks had the exact same combination, and the chance that I tried that very locker.

Buick, grey, can't remember the model, 4 door sedan, mid-1980s.

Anyway, it was the same exact car as mine, and I don't do stickers or have crap in my car.

Saw it, started it up with my key, drove home. Drove around a couple of days until I opened the trunk and my tool kit was missing.

No registration or insurance in the glove box, so I drove back to the airport. My car was still there. Parked in more-or-less the same, locked the car up, and drove home.

I later figured out I had burned basically a tank of the guy's (or gal's) gas, but at that point I called it good and just left it alone.

Happy there was not a body in the trunk.

Apparently, back in the day, there was a very finite number of keys for models, or so I heard on "Car Talk" later.

One's key worked on another similar car. That's funny though about going all the way home and back to the airport, and nobody any the wiser, other than you.

I drove to back-and-forth to work for ~ 3 days.

Just lucky he was away longer, although I suppose he would have just taken my car and gotten a really nifty tool kit in the bargain.

I was outside smoking at an ocean front crab shack when a woman approached and asked me if I was Capt. Obvious. I immediately recognized her from high school. She was up there with her family from Manhattan.

The middle of nowhere, 25 years after last seeing each other. We took a selfie to throw on the bookface as we'll probably never run into each other again.

About a finger on the bed or staying someone less "murdery" but I am at a loss.

I had been traveling hard and was exhausted so I wanted to find a room to get some real sleep and eat some real food. I stood on the platform to orient myself and spied an unattended copy of Slaughterhouse-Five (in English!). I picked it up and was looking at it when a group came up behind me to reclaim the book. It turned out the group were three girls I knew well from high school (one from grammar school). They had been visiting one of the girls grandmother who lived in the small Podunk village. Small world. Bummer, they were going East, and I was going West.

...many years ago, I dreamed that I was walking along a certain street in New Haven (I lived in a suburb), and found a fifty dollar bill on the sidewalk. Fine. Next time I visited the city, I was walking along that street, along the same stretch of sidewalk, and I laughed to myself and started looking for a fifty dollar bill...in fun, of course. And what do I spot but a fifty dollar bill, right at my feet...a Monopoly fifty dollar bill! I tell you, that one threw me for a loop...and I still have the bill...:-/

full of women, and everyone had slept with one particular woman.

Oh boy, that was a fun barbecue after everyone put it all together. Fighting off the dogs trying to eat the hamburger patties that she dropped was the least entertaining thing that occurred, and that was really funny.

I know a girl in D.C that not only was born on the same day but the same hospital as me in Richmond.

Very strange meeting her

I spent the bills all over town. Several months later, I went to the movies with my sister. She paid her admission and received some dollar bills in her change. I noticed that she was studying the bills very closely. She showed them to me and said that the writing looked like mine. They turned out to be some of the bills that I had spread all over town. She framed the bills, and they're hanging on a wall in her home.

operational mission to load tanks, trucks, APC's, etc at the port of Bremerhaven, Germany. We worked 12-hour shifts for a month. I worked night shift. One night, I ran into a guy who looked very familiar. Turns out, we had been in high school band together four years before.

A guy comes walking up the trail and we start talking. Turns out that we were from the same town in the Midwest. We knew some of the same people. He knew my Dad and was a customer of his business.

He also had some great tips about cool places to visit in Montana. After visiting one of these places I made the decision to move to Montana. Thanks John!

We were both in airline terminals miles from home.
She and her family were on their way to Florida on vacation when I got word of her aged father's death in England.

I knew that they were changing planes in Atlanta and had her paged there.
Actually, I had her husband paged so that he could break the news.

A few years later my family and I were on our way to a friend's son's wedding in Phoenix.
I was an airline pilot and we were on passes.
Strictly space available.
She and her family were also attending the wedding

I happened to mention in passing that if we couldn't get on a flight from St. Louis to Phoenix we might try going through Albuquerque.
Amazingly, she found us in Albuquerque and had me paged to break the news to my wife.

Weird.

We were having some contracting work done on our house...
new tile for the back bathroom. The "tile guy's" name was Jim.

We had known the tile guy for over a year, as he had previously
tiled our front bathroom and our dining room. We didn't know his
last name.

My husband's brother was living with a woman in Vermont, and
they were expecting a baby.

My husband and the "tile guy" were bullshitting...my husband was
working at his desk and Jim was in the bathroom tiling...
they started talking about their relatives, and my husband started
telling Jim about becoming an uncle, when Jim came out of the
bathroom and asked him what the mother's name was. My husband
told him and he started laughing....it was his SISTER!

Beers were consumed as they toasted their uncle-hood together.

A lot of them involve my home state of Arkansas.

Perhaps the strangest coincidence I have had was right after the March 2011 megadisaster. I was visiting a local greengrocer here in Japan, and he had some American blues music playing on his shop's PA system. Anyway, he was surprised to see me, because many foreigners had been leaving Japan because of the nuclear explosions. We started talking, and eventually he asked me if I was going to stay in Japan, or if I was going to move back to the US. At that exact moment, the singer blurted out "Tell your mama, tell your pa, I'm gonna ship you back to Arkansas!"

The greengrocer, who didn't understand any English, couldn't understand why my mouth suddenly dropped to the floor.

My flight was delayed at LaGuardia and the ceremony was broadcast live from Dallas. They were coming up to the exact minute that Kennedy was ambushed. Next to me I notice a big dude with a gun on his hip, then another, then a guy with a white cowboy hat and that crooked Penguin-from-Batman smile... unholy shit... it's THAT guy!

A couple women posed for pics with him but even they they didn't seem to be fans, just peeps who wanted to InstaGram their brush with the infamous.

He talked during the moment of silence (of course).

I ran into my lawyer from Maine.

My husband and I met another couple. We were the only people at the lookout so of course we asked where they were from: Minnesota. Where in Minnesota? The Twin Cities. Where in the Twin Cities? our town. Where in our town? about 1 mile east of us. Hey! We see you biking in the remote area where we walk!

About one week later while hiking at Arches National Park we spot a guy with a Packers sweatshirt on. "We're from Minnesota, where in Wisconsin are you from?" The guys says you should talk to my companion. He's from Minnesota. Where in Minnesota? The Twin Cities. Where in the Twin Cities? our town. Where in our town? about 1/2 mile west of where we live.

Small world.