Taxicab Confessions

So the weirdest thing happened to me on Thanksgiving.

I arranged for a cab to pick me up to take me to the airport. As soon as I settled into the back seat, I suddenly recognized my taxi driver as THE EXACT SAME DRIVER THAT TOOK ME TO THE AIRPORT, LIKE, 4 OR 5 YEARS AGO. Mind you, I have only taken 2 or 3 taxis to the airport in the past 5 years, and out of ALL the drivers of ALL the taxis around here (of which there are thousands), I somehow managed to get the exact same one.

Is that not COMPLETELY bizarre?????? And even moreso that I would remember him???? What are the odds of that?????

He was Russian with a short crewcut and a blue dragon ornament hanging from his rear view mirror. As soon as I sat down, I recognized the dragon and the driver's haircut and accent. Is that totally strange, or what???????

The first time I rode with him a few years back, I remember being kind of scared (it was dark out and, like, 4 o'clock in the morning). He wasn't very talkative, and I couldn't really understand him anyway. But he was really amiable this time, and his English was better. He called the airport on his cell phone for us to verify what time our flight was departing. Isn't that friendly? What a sociable taxi driver.

Which brings to mind something else really strange that happened a few years ago.

When I moved 1000 miles away from home, where I didn't know anybody, I was walking down the street one day, and I looked over and saw this kid I went to high school with, walking past me the other way. I had a crush on him when I was 16. We were friendly, but he had a girlfriend, so that was about the extent of it.

ANYHOW, approximately 7 years after I knew him, he somehow happened to be walking past me down the exact same street at the exact same time as I was, 1000 miles from home. What are the odds of that??????????????

I was totally floored. Although I didn't say hello because I was standing there with my mouth gaping open when I saw him. And he had already passed me by that point anyway, because he didn't see me. It was a crowded street, and I was late for work so I just kept going. But it was most certainly him. Isn't that weird?????

Did I mention I'm going to start playing the lottery? I think I have been chosen by the finger of God.

No, really.