Happy coincidences you experienced that still make you smile

[samhexum]

My former roommate and I went to Europe three years in a row from 1989 to 1991. During one of the first two trips we went to planet Hollywood in London, which was no great thrill, but one of my happiest memories happened just as we were leaving.

My friend had liked the avengers TV show when she was younger, but I had gotten rather obsessed with it around that time and had started driving her nuts by always watching it and/or talking about it. So imagine my joy when (literally) as we were walking out the door to leave the theme from the show came on blasting at high decibels. We were parked around the corner and up the block and I think I laughed the whole way to the car as we could hear it the whole way.  She cursed me out the entire time. The thought of it still makes me happy.

That same friend and I loved a Totie Fields album that I have and we used to quote parts of the routines to each other. One of our favorite cuts was the last selection on the album, entitled Weaver high, in which Totie talked about her time at Weaver high school in Hartford, Connecticut. Well, one day I was doing some fieldwork gathering address information in a neighborhood that had seen better days in Hartford when I passed a high school, and when I looked at the building, guess what the name of it was!?! Judging by the students who were leaving for the day at the time, the demographics of the student body had apparently changed rather a lot since Totie had gone there. I had a cassette of the album with me and of course, I had to  pull over and put it on and laugh at my happy coincidence. 

Have any of you ever had a similar experience, a silly little moment that somehow related to a part of your life and made you laugh then and ever since?

Edited Thursday at 11:00 AM by samhexum
for shits and giggles

[WoolCave]

I took a flight from Anaheim to Vegas once in my late 20’s to see a concert. It was a southwest flight with no assigned seats. I was early to board and chose a window seat. As the plane filled up a gorgeous blonde haired, blue eyed, twunk in his early 20’s sat next to me. He was stunning. He struck up a conversation with me and our lives together flashed before my eyes.  It’s like the world moved in slow motion. He had perfect skin, teeth and hair and was so interested in me. The conversation was flowing and I was getting more and more into him as the flight went on. Before I knew it, they were announcing that our 45 minute flight was preparing to land. As I was praising the conversation and saying that we should keep in touch, he reached into his bag, presumably to get something to write his number on, and said he felt the same way.

Then he handed me a magazine about John Smith and the Mormon Church and told me how much better Vegas would be with God. I thought i met the man of my dreams and he was just recruiting heathens to his religion. I remember letting a quick cackle slip as a sense of embarrassing foolishness pulsed through me. 

To date, whenever I see a beautiful blonde, or a Mormon, I smile thinking about our wonderful 45 minutes together and how ridiculous I felt when I realized I wasn’t getting married, I was getting saved.