I went to England on business about two years ago and spent part of a day running around London seeing the major sites. Outside Westminster Abbey I ran into a friend from my grad schol days in Wisconsin whom I hadn’t seen in about 2 years. Maybe that’s just more surpising that unlikely, but it sure tweaked the internal weird-o-meter.
My paternal grandfather died by being struck by lightning…TWICE.
I moved from Houston to Denver, went on holiday to San Fransisco, was shopping in a little Russian curio shop, and bumped into a person I had worked with in Houston.
After months of not having one sock out of this certain pair, I find it deep in the trunk of the car I was cleaning out to sell. I took it inside when I was done, and now I can’t find the other one.
Ironically enough, it was live bait, specifically a worm.
Really?!
I catch most of my dead bodies with a spinner lure that has been soaked in bacon fat overnight.
Sometimes a minnow that has been in the coffee thermos for a half hour works well.
I was just assinged to jury duty with a lady who has back to back state and federal jury duties, and her husband has state jury duty the same week as her federal jury duty–weird, since it’s random draws by driver’s license…luckily for her, the trial we drew ended in a mistrial halfway through the first day, so she was able to go back to work…
That sucks, he must have been pretty angry the second time it happened.
ps: I’m kind of trusting that your grandfather died long enough ago for it not to seem callous to joke about his deaths. I imagine if I sincerely apologise up front then it wouldn’t seem sincere at all, so I’ll just keep my fingers crossed.
Do you know what’d be really spooky?
What if those dead bodies were NoClueBoy’s grand-dad?
really tightly crossed
To hell with it, I’m going to celebrate my sick joke with an evil smiley.
Hang on… Where’s the evil smiley? Admin?
Two things for me-
I’ve been hit by lightning, twice. Unlike NoClueBoy’s grandpa, I’m checks pulse still alive!
Whilst mountain climbing in Colorado many years ago, I met a guy named Garon. We got to talking, and it turned out that he dated a girl in Singapore that I’d later dated in Houston. :eek:
Damn! How big was that taco?! 
My mom knew one woman who had three daughters that were all lesbians.
I was travelling with my parents from the New Orleans area up to some family gathering in northern Illinois. Somewhere in southern Illinois, we were passed by my sister and her husband. They were travelling from their home outside Houston to the same gathering.
The five of us pulled into the nearest rest area and chatted for a bit.
I did a complete flip out of the bed of a stranger’s pick-up to the ground below when the driver unexpectedly accelerated, landed on my feet and never spilled a drop of the beer I was holding.
It was like Mary Lou Retton meets the Dukes Of Hazzard.
There is a perfectly good explanation for this, but it was very cool none the less:
I was an exchange student in Brazil. After being there for a few months, the sponsor organization had a party for all the returning local kids that were back home from a year in the states. At this party, I met a girl who said she knew the town I was from and how during her time in the states got to travel around and visited it, even attending a beach party there. She whips out some pictures of her adventures and show me a shot of the party and asks me if I know this place. I said, “Yeah, I know that beach. You see that boat in the background? That’s mine.” I then whipped out my photos of home and showed her a picture of me driving said boat. She thought it was way cool, but not impressive enough to sex me up. Drat!
Now the explaination: The sponsor organization that sent me to Brazil always had a big beach party for the kids staying in the states. Damn near every kid from all corners of the world who were sponsored by this group probably has a picture of my boat.
Fagjunk Theology: Not just for sodomite propagandists anymore.
I met these three sisters, man, you’ll never believe it, they were all… um, no, sorry, wrong thread entirely.
A year ago, I was on a school trip to Costa Rica - a week-long, touristy-type deal. The tour company caters primarily to high scohols. (Amazing country, BTW. Gorgeous everywhere.) Our tour guide was a really nice guy named Rogelio. Chatted with him a LOT (lots of loooooong bus rides on that trip.) This is Part One of my nessecary background.
Background two: The summer that I turned 11 (six years ago), I’d gone to an 3-week long academic camp held on the campus of Washington College in MD. Made some very close friends, fell out of touch with most. One of said friends was named Jenna, and was from New Orleans.
This past summer, I was on a community service project in Kentucky. Chatting with some of my fellow participants, we started talking about past travels. One of the folks was from Washington state was talking about his girlfriend. We ask if he’s got a picture (because, you just have to ask, of course). He does (of course,) grabs it from his tent, and my jaw drops. The picture is of him, Long Lost Friend Jenna, and Tour-guide Rogelio standing in front of a volcano in Costa Rica (which I had also visited). Apparently, Jenna had moved to Washington state two years ago, and the two of them had gone on a school trip to Costa Rica together. Most surreal moment of my life.
And what makes it really freaky is that your name is Lightnin’!
I mean, what are the odds?
Not quite at the level of some of the others posted here, but here goes.
My girlfriend and I both went to the same university, worked in the same field, had many mutual friends at school, but didn’t meet until after we graduated and we were working together at a theatre that was 3 states away from our school.
Happened before I was even born.
And, of course, he didn’t die twice. He died be being struck twice. He survived the first strike and apparantly was trying to go for help when he was struck again. At least, that’s what the ME (or police or whoever did that kind of work in the 40s in Texas) said.
It has no real emotional attachment to me at all, so joke away. Lord knows my brother and I have. (Not in front of Dad, though.)
I once walked into a bar in a strange town and saw three of my friends (one from college, one from high school, one from a job) sitting together. When I went to say hi, they all tried to introduce me. Apparently I had never come up in conversation. 
A friend of mine has the best story ever. Her roommate signed her up on an internet dating service behind her back. She was not happy, but ended up emailing with one guy. After months of IMs they decided to swap pictures. Turns out it was her long lost high school sweetheart. They had both moved away to the same (different) state, lived 10 miles away from each other, shopped at the same grocery store and had never bumped into each other. They got engaged last Saturday.
Best…Story…Ever