I’m in grad school, sitting on the floor watching the tube with my roommate. It’s a warm evening, and the windows are open. Across the street, quite suddenly, we hear someone taking a hammer and start banging away on piece of wood. We can’t really hear the TV over the noise, so I look at my roommate and calmly sing in a bad Paul McCartney-esque singsong, “Someone knocking at the do-or”. He smiles, and at that exact moment the phone rings. The next words out of my mouth are “Someone, a-ringing the bell.”
Cue us, collapsing in laughter. I could barely answer the phone, wheezing and gasping as I was. This was my One True Moment of Perfect Timing. What’s yours?
[sub]I’d better come clean and also say that this was also one of my moments of worst timing; the caller turned out to be a friend who’s boyfriend had just dumped her. She was not amused by my own amusement But then, she went through about three boyfriends a month, so it wasn’t all that bad. [/sub]
It’s not much, but once when my brother was putting a magnet back on the refrigerator, I had one of those very quick, wordless thoughts about it, and was able to actually close the refrigerator door at such a moment that he let go of the magnet, but it dropped to the ground and didn’t stick.
Not really the kind of thing you were going for, probably, and my, talk about pointless on this board, but your OP looked so lonely there
I was driving in Houston a number of years ago, listening to the Breeders’ album Last Splash. The song “Cannonball” was on, and a thunderstorm was just starting. Now I don’t know if you know this song, but at one point, Kim Deal (the singer) says (doesn’t sing) the word “Crash”. At the precise instant she did, the sky was illuminated by a huge lightning bolt. It was so cool I had to pull over to the side of the street for a couple of minutes in wonder.
Nothing to do with me or anything, but really cool.
I’m riding around with some friends in my buddy’s old LTD back when we were teens. We’re listening to some rock station or another, and as one song ends, another fails to begin.
As we sit there listening to dead air, I excitedly remark, “Man! I love this song!!!”
My friend Tim replies, “Yeah! I can’t get enough of it.”
The other two grin and agree.
I chuckle and say, “I especially love this guitar solo here. It kicks ass!”
And right on cue a blaring guitar riff blasts out of the speakers. Everyone slowly turns and looks at me.
I just raise my eyebrows and look out the window, shaking with laughter.
Very similar experience here. A friend had just bought the original cast album of Broadway’s Phantom of the Opera and was playing it on my car stereo. It begins with a spoken-word section depicting the auction of the chandelier that figures in the plot. Then the music begins with a very loud and dramatic chord. Right at the moment of that chord, BAM! Huge flash of lightning. Very cool and dramatic. There hadn’t even been any lightning or rain until that moment.
T’was driving to Ft. Worth to visit a college buddy. Listening to the radio, I remembered two songs he was a fan of; Roxeanne by the Police and My Sharona by the Knack.
Next song on the radio was Roxeanne. That was freakin’ wierd.
I was returning home after a wonderful vacation in Glacier National Park. Ahead on the highway I noticed a road pizza. Just as I drove over it KOFI in Kalispell played “Dead Skunk in the Middle of the Road”. Yes, it was a skunk. Too weird.
setup: There is a slight delay between an incoming call being connected and my cordless phone ringing. Normally I hear the phone in the bedroom ring a half second earlier, but on this day I had that one unplugged.
I come home from work, and hit the button on the answering machine. There is a message from my friend Matt.
I pick up the phone to call him, and am surprised and confused to hear his voice before I even dial.
He had called back, and I had picked up the phone in the gap before it could ring.
But then, she went through about three boyfriends a month, so it wasn’t all that bad. [/sub]