I caught a cab in New York City and the driver was a native New Yorker, who spoke fluent English (with a Noo Yawk accent). My wife still doesn’t believe me. It was just the one time.
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Good catch.
And stop calling me Shirley.
When writing about the paranormal, paragraphs are preferred.
OK, I’ll go. This was 15 years ago, back when I was a young idiot(as opposed to the old idiot I am now). 
My friend and I were driving around…bored. She and I had this odd idea. We’d try to find a car filled with people that looked like…well, douchebags. Once we found them, we’d begin to follow behind them in our car, turning when they turn, really obviously following them and being weird. We figured if they pulled into a house, we’d just keep on driving.
It didn’t take long for us to find a car that contained some kids we thought looked lame. They all had headbands on and were listening to crappy punk music, playing it really loud and looking really annoying. Well, we proceeded with the plan. We followed them for awhile, stopping really close to them at red lights. They noticed rather quickly. Despite this we managed to stay with them for quite awhile. Eventually they pulled over to the side and for some reason, I pulled over to. My friend was yelling, “Why are you pulling over? Keep going!”
The kids get out of their car and head right at us. Yelling. Screaming. Waving their fists. They get up to my car(I’d rolled up the windows) and start banging on the hood and the roof. We were quite scared. Of course, I realized my car was still running, so we took off, watching them in the rear-view window as they waved their fists and screamed.
Foolish thing we did, but we laughed a bit. None of this is all that remarkable other than it being a stupid thing.
Here’s the kicker, though.
About 4 days later, I’m in a different car, this time alone. I’m at Wendy’s(drive thru) getting some food. For some reason, I decide to check my order. I pull the car up and begin to check my order. Well, the Wendy’s here have large windows for walls in the dining area. I’m parked there for a moment checking my order.
I look left.
The douchey kids were all sitting right there, at the table right by the window, essentially only separated from me and my car by the glass wall. This was literally the only triple take I’ve ever done. Not only that, but I see them do a triple take too, as our triple takes were staggered. I’m shocked, they’re shocked, and we all just pause for a second.
Then, I smile. Wave, and just continue grinning at them. They freak out, banging on the glass wall of Wendy’s and standing up yelling. I smile, drive off, and I’ve never seen them again. Last I saw, they were screaming at me inside a Wendy’s while I drive off giggling.
The odds of me going to Wendy’s, using the drive-thru, being there at the same time as them, me checking my food(I usually don’t bother), me looking left, and that they chose to sit right at that spot next to where I pulled up…are very slim.
I know, I know. We were kind of jerks. Trust me, this is by no means a regular thing for me or my friend. It was really foolish.