*10 points to anyone who remembers that Robbie Williams song… Bueller?
So yesterday was my boring post on something that wasn’t deja-vu, but needs a word like deja-vu to describe it. Funny events that have you thinking they’re happening for a reason.
Today I popped into our old neighbourhood in Bohemia, specifically to go shopping at one store that I knew sold what I wanted to buy (nothing exciting or illegal, don’t worry). I detoured to Bohemia on my way home from work, ducked into the shop and was on my merry way.
But when I stumbled out onto the footpath (still walking funny from my sore muscles after the car accident) I literally ran into our vet, Ange, who was walking home with her German Shepherd. Ange’s practice is in another suburb completely, though I know she’s friends with our old neighbours and visits them occasionally.
But that’s WEIRD right? What are the chances of me running into the woman I pay to shove a thermometer up my cats collective bottoms? On a corner neither of us visit regularly?
It just strikes me as WEIRD.
*Queue creepy twilight zone music*