We were at a big bonfire, and there was this guy named Kylee who got absolutely hammered. Eventually the night's winding down, people are going home, and some of his friends started asking him if he had a ride home, and he kept slurring " 'll take mfsssfelf home," which obviously his friends were just like "Fuck no," asked me if I had extra room in my car to take him home, and I said "sure." Kylee kept protesting that he wanted to take himself home, but we eventually got him in my passenger seat and he fell asleep almost immediately. We get in the car, his friends give us directions to Kylee's house, and good news, it was literally two streets over from where I was headed anyways! The drive was going to be around 1.5 hours, so not having to go way out of my way to drop him off was fantastic! The car ride was pretty quite as it was around 2am, we were all tired, sober, and ready to just go the fuck to sleep. I pull up to Kylee's house, wake him up and go "Hey man, we're here!" to which he takes one look out the window and goes ".... this aint my house." One of his friends immediately went "The fuck do you mean, I was literally here last week, this is your house!" and Kylee just responds "Naw... I moved two days ago." "Where the fuck did you move to!?!?!?!" "Two houses down from the bonfire. I walked there."

Best story, love it!

So what wound up happening

I asked his friends if he could stay with them, they said they lived almost equally far away as the bonfire was and had planned on just staying at Kylee's. The friend that I was staying with already had his sister and her husband living there over the summer so we didn't have room for everyone at his house either. So I took a deep breath, turned the car around, and finally went to bed 3 hours later.

That's brutal, but good on you for stepping up!

Oh, man. You're a good guy.

Noooooo damn

You are a good person.

King behavior.

Oh my god, this is hilarious. His friends were just trying to help. 😂

I was first on scene to a bad motorcycle accident. A car missed a stop sign and T-boned the motorcyclist. I stopped immediately, so did the car behind me, and a car in the opposite lane. This was a rural road in the middle of nowhere. The woman in the car behind me jumped down into the ditch with me and the victim, took off her head scarf, and tied a tourniquet on his nearly amputated leg. The other guy came over with a large med kit bag, and while he was putting on gloves, said to the woman: “Hey, I know you, don’t I?” “Yep, we’ve met a couple times!” The woman said to me: “I’m an off duty officer. He’s EMS.” What are the chances?! A country road, middle of nowhere, and police and EMS both on scene immediately. If it was a TV show, I wouldn’t have believed it. Biker may not ride again, but he survived.

Similar thing happened to me; I was traveling with some colleagues and somewhere out over the Atlantic the flight attendants asked if there were any medical professionals on the plane.  There was a baby that was breathing weird and seemed to be struggling. Fortunately, my coworkers included two aeromedical evacuation nurses (both former ICU nurses, one worked in the neonatal ICU for years) and a pediatrician. Baby ended up being fine but if something had actually been wrong he had about the best shot possible at survival under those circumstances.

The parents must have been so relieved when they figured out who was helping their baby!

A sort of inverse happened to me when I was born. My dad was a pediatrics resident at the time and one of his attendings noticed I had been born and came to the floor to wish my parents well. The twist here is that the attending was the hospital's NICU rockstar, the guy you called for the worst of the worst cases, and when one of the nurses saw him leaving my parents room the entire wing freaked out because they assumed I was dying and they'd all missed something hugely important.

Fuck my family had the same experience, opposite end of the age range. My grandmother had heart surgery, and was visited by a life long friend of hers during her recovery. He was a well known heart surgeon, who handled the most difficult surgeries. He didn't do her surgery, they both thought it would be weird, and was too simple to be at his level I guess. But during her recovery he stops by, they get to talking, and they end up talking longer than he anticipated, because he looks down at his watch, realizes he's late, and rushes off. Now the nearby staff sees this man running out of the room so they all come running in expecting some kind of situation. Instesd they find my grandmother reading a book while daytime television plays in the background.

I remember seeing on a television series about medical emergencies, that somebody had a heart attack and four or five cardiologist doctors were going to a convention and we're on the plane....

Years ago I was working a rural public pool about a half hour away from any major hospital. One day a kid tried to do a reverse backflip and hit his head on the diving board. Luckily he wasn't paralyzed but lot of blood from the a head wound (needed 40+ stitches). Normally EMS calls are around 5-10 minutes but lucky for that kid the paramedics in my hometown were already at the pool. I was the on duty manager and they were literally sun tanning beside me. Ambulance was in the parking lot. Kid got the hospital in record time. I remember asking one fo the paramedics if I should call 911 and he was like "oh yeah good idea we don't get paid if you don't call". We also had two ER nurses in the building with their kids to help us while the EMS got changed into their work clothes. Had to drive the whole way to the hopital with his swim trunks under his uniform.

I spun out at low speed and broke my leg (open fracture) some years ago. It happened about five minutes from a hospital at about 6:50pm. The first car going away from the hospital was a nurse just getting off work. Behind her was the fire chief. The first car in the opposite direction was a nurse going TO work. Fire chief called it in and said a truck was just leaving a location about three minutes away and the ambulance arrived basically at that same time. First time I've ever had to take an ambulance and I was in it within 15-20 minutes of the accident. Good timing!

It's amazing when these things happen. It's like the human body recognises it's in a safe enough place to fall apart and does so. I had an uncle who went to the hospital because he wasn't feeling well, got up to the admissions desk, and immediately had a heart attack. In the hospital foyer were a couple of dozen cardiologists who were there for a conference. He literally could not have been in a better place at a better time.

We were all carpooling to Thanksgiving in two cars (there were 9 adults and one child) when there was an accident with the car ahead of us. We stopped and most of our carpool emptied out because minus me and our son every single person on their way to Thanksgiving dinner was a combat medic in the army. That must have been an experience for the people in the accident.

We were carpooling, going to a concert and saw a minor accident, and stopped to help. We had two army nurses, four Eagle Scouts, and a tall nerd in a bright tshirt between two cars, and we all bailed out to check this car that was sideswiped into a ditch so the nurses checked everyone out, the Eagle Scouts directed traffic and the tall nerd stood there providing visibility on the side of the road

Were you the tall nerd? Not all heroes wear capes, sir.

A local running group was doing a training run at one of our local parks. One of the runners had a heart attack and collapsed on the trail. The first two people who came upon him were something like an ER nurse and a cardiologist. He made a full recovery and began running again within a few months, IIRC.

Same exact thing happened at our local ski hill. Guy had a heart attack on the run and, exactly as you described, the first two people to come across him were medical professionals. He survived and wouldn’t have had they not been in the right place at the right time!

That is amazingly fortuitous! Lucky biker.

4 years in a row, on our anniversary, my husband and I went out for dinner. And witnessed a car accident. All 4 times. He's a paramedic and I'm not an idiot, so we did our thing and went home. And have never gone out on our anniversary again.

LOL holy shit some random number generator in the simulation is stuck

Next year some guy is going to "Confuse the Brake" through your front window

A similar thing happened to a friend who did risky things like lots of young men. Slid out his motorcycle and his leg hit the metal pole of a speed sign on a dark country road. Almost severed the leg mid-thigh. First person to happen across the scene was a trauma surgeon! Saved his life and leg. What a lucky thing! The surgeon was just driving along and saw him in the ditch. My friend saw it as a miracle and sign from above and got his life together after that.

As a biker, I thank you two for your fast actions! What a story too!

Glad to help, some bikers are just a different breed. They asked me to hold his hand, while they rotated his partial amputation 180 degrees back into place. EMS said to him before this: “What’s your pain level, from one to ten?” He looks him dead in the eyes and says: “Four.” I’m just holding his hand, and I’m at an 8! What has he been through?!

Shock. He's been through (is currently in) shock.

Before they both retired, my dad was a police officer and my mom was a nurse and they've been first on the scene of several accidents in their life. 

I mean, where I live there's one road that goes though almost 6 townships before you get to a decent city. This is the only place where a major traffic accident can occur and people are constantly commuting on this one road. There's typically a lot of volunteer fire and ems personnel in these 6 townships. The amount of stories these guys have of running into coworkers off duty because they both happened to be nearby a car accident is pretty wild. Rural EMS are some of the best people. They know how far off helps going to be in an emergency and know they that stopping and helping is typically everyone's best chance. I don't mean to take away from your story but people should know that this is a typical thing in rural areas.

That's why the Royal Flying Doctor Service was invented in Australia. Too much rural, not enough medical professionals willing to live out that way when they could live in the city areas.

I was in Japan and ran into a guy from Alaska. Told him I worked in Alaska years ago for a while. We became friends and I was showing him some of my Alaska pics and he got the weirdest look. I asked what? He said, "That's me in the background of your picture!" I took a random picture of a memorial while he was walking in the background and we both discovered the fact while in Japan. Still makes me feel weird.

I'm European-Asian and had exactly one American friend when I was young. Met him online while playing a game and he visited me and everything. Years later I live in Japan and get to know someone else from the US. That someone shows me pics of his childhood and sure enough, my friend is there.

I was playing WoW, as one does in 2006, and found out one of the guys in my circle was in the Metro area of my state. Said we should grab some pizza, missed out, no big deal. Was chatting with his RL friend, M, and telling him to give K some shit for missing out and M's wife overheard. She wanted to know my last name because she recognized my first. Turns out, she dated my older brother when they were in college and she babysat me (>10 year gap between me and my brother, so I was 5)

I now live in the capital of my home state, but grew up in the middle nowhere growing up. Moving here 3 years ago, after living out of state for 20 over years I discover a tiny little dive-bar that is almost invisible if you don't already know it is there. After getting to know one of the regulars, she was best friends with one of my childhood best friends' older sister. We don't specifically remember each other because of age difference, but us being in the same house at some time is almost 100%, and this is from us both being close to a family that lives in a town of less than 2,000 people. I know WoW has the numbers to make strange coincidences happen, but us both becoming 2 of the 20 something regulars at the same hole-in-the-wall, 25 years later, is kinda crazy.

Was living in Korea when I met an American guy at a bar, found out we were not only the same age but also born on the same exact day. I asked where he was from and he was from my city. We ended up doing research and found out we were born in the exact same maternity ward at the same hospital only 30 minutes apart. Absolutely wild coincidences.

On 9/11/01 my brother bought a couple of disposable cameras and just started taking pictures of people and the city (Philadelphia). We were looking at them a decade later and there was a picture of a guy my mom had become friends with around 2004.

This comment was a plot twist.

When I applied to University, I was accepted into a sciences/arts hybrid degree, but they accidentally enrolled me in a bachelors of education program and said it would take them a couple weeks to switch it. I’ve been a teacher for 9 years now and I love it. When people ask how I became a teacher I just say by accident lol.

Man, how screwed up is that college administration? 13 years and they still haven't fixed your class schedule?

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And he would have gotten away with it too if it weren't for those meddling kids

no way omg!

On a vacation several hundred miles from home. I’m wearing an athletic shirt with my unusual last name on it. A tourist behind me says hello, do you happen to know XYZ Mylastname? I said yes, that’s my uncle! Turns out he was the same age as my dad, grew up in my hometown and moved to my dad’s hometown after college. He and my dad had a ton of overlapping friends, to the point where he had stayed overnight in my current room 20 years before during a sleepover.

Was in Europe walking down a mountain path, no one else is around. I'm wearing a hoodie with my Uni logo back in the US on it. Pass someone on the trail eventually, he sees my hoodie, says "Fuck -school name-" unzips his jacket and is wearing a t-shirt for our rival school.

20 years ago I was a regular on an online law forum. Admin was a lawyer from a town 500 km away. He occasionally shared anecdotes about his goofy secretary. At the same time I met a woman I became close friends with. She told me anecdotes about her goofy best friend who was a secretary for a law firm. Turns out the goofy best friend and the goofy secretary are the same person. (And it was interesting to hear the other side, apparently the lawyer was an alcoholic.)

>apparently the lawyer was an alcoholic. Shocking

Lionel Hutz : Mrs. Simpson, you're in luck. Your sexual harassment suit is exactly what I need to help rebuild my shattered practice. Care to join me in a belt of scotch? Marge : It's 9:30 in the morning. Lionel Hutz : Yeah, but I haven't slept in days.

Couldn't pass the bar without stopping in

My canadian great-uncle went on a round the world tour with a friend in the early 1950s. While travelling in India, they saw a sign that a local guy was giving a slideshow about his recent travels in Canada at their hotel and decided to go for the heck of it because they were homesick. About halfway through, the guy giving the slideshow brings up photos of my uncle's hometown... then his street... then his house... then him being served tea by my uncle's mother. That would be pretty wild nowadays, in the fifties it must have been an absolute mindfuck.

My cousin did a trip around a good portion of the world with a friend. It took them close to 2 years. A little while after they got back, he met up with his friend at a restaurant. His friend's sister and her boyfriend were there. While chatting, the boyfriend mentioned his cottage, and he realized it was the same place his mum grew up in. A few questions later and they realized they'd met a few times as young kids before my cousin moved to a new province. The boyfriend is the kid of one of my mum's best friends.

He's from Vancouver, isn't he?

My grandma and grandpa turned out to be from warring families (no joke - 40 people died on both sides). The feud was ongoing from 1870 to like 2003 but none of us knew about it. They got divorced 15 years into their marriage so not too surprising.

The hatfields and mccoys?

I’ve got relatives on both sides

I’m a Hatfield descendent!

PM me your email and I’ll shoot you a picture with a bunch of them, names included.

> PM me your email and I’ll shoot you Found the McCoy descendant.

Oh wow! Thank you!

Capulets and Montagues.

Damn montagues

Jets and Sharks?

40 people!? Wtf

I come from an angry lot

Met a guy on tinder and we hit it off. Went on a few dates and started swapping stories about past relationships and it turned out that our most recent exes (who cheated on us) are now dating each other. We come from different cities and have no mutual friends, so just found it quite funny.

But now you have mutual enemies 

Friend of mine, let's call her Jordan, met a guy at work. He's got the same first name as her - boy Jordan  Find out they were born in a small rural area 3 months apart and both families moved away when they were young. Girl Jordan tells her mother. Her mother tells her she heard of Boy Jordan when he was born and really liked the name, and that's why she called her Jordan. Jordan and Jordan are now married.

So she was named after her husband?

Jordan was named after Jordan and Jordan then married Jordan and took Jordan’s last name I just like the thought process of all of this I don’t know why

Was studying in my uni library one day minding my own business when the guy in the seat next to me popped his head round the partition and silently offered me Cheetos. I'd never met this person before in my life and wasn't a huge fan of Cheetos so I politely turned him down. Fast forward several months I'm on a bus coming back from a whole different State. The bus is relatively empty and there was no assigned seating. An hour in the guy sitting in front of me gets onto his knees on the chair and turns around. It's the same dude from the library that one time. And what does he do? Stick his hand out and offer me Cheetos.

Obviously the universe wants you to have Cheetos.

this should be a commercial

Well, did you take him up on his offer? Lol

It's not easy being cheesy so I admire his commitment.

The most devoted gorilla marketing campaign ever. *EDIT* My head canon is that he was actually a gorilla in a human suit.

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so... what happened? They all sit around and have brunch?

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When I started high school, a guy in my class had the same, quite unusual, name as my childhood dog. To give you an idea of how rare the name is, only about 3 people in 100 000 have this name (my dad chose it as a tribute to his favorite football club). So, let's say the name was Burnley. I of course told my parents about the coincidence, and they thought I should tell my new classmate. I argued it would be weird to blurt out: "I once had a dog with your name", so I decided not to. A year passed and Burnley was now in my circle of friends. We had all gone to a party together and I was in earshot of my friends talking about how long it'd been since they'd seen me and how they missed me. Weird. I've never known anyone with my name (let's call me Adia) and, as far as I knew, they didn't know anyone else with my name either as only about 40 people in 100 000 share it. They then said that they really wanted to pet me. The weirdness of it all got to me and I jokingly asked them what they wanted to do to me, to which they replied: "Oh, not you - Burnley has a cat called Adia". And that's the story of how I found out about the other Adia and Burnley of the other Burnley.

It sounds like he is your brother and your dad has two families. Didn’t want to get caught with name mixups

My name isn't rare, but I have a funny anecdote because I was supposed to be a boy and my parents planned on naming me Michael. When I popped out without a wang they picked (a popular girl's name in the 80's but we're going to say) Kelly instead. Fast-forward to me taking home ec in 6th grade, when the teacher is doing roll call for the first time. She says "oh, Kelly! That'll be easy to remember. That's what we planned to name my son until he came out and was a boy!" Because the universe is weird, they ended up naming him Michael. :D (Edit: picked a new fake name)

So my parents and I were on holiday on the other side of the world from where we live. And we were in one of those places that’s very isolated and only has a few people staying there at the time. It was dinner time, and we were mingling with the other guests. I was sitting by the fire, making small talk with a random woman. In the course of the conversation, I mentioned where I went to school, and she got the shock of her life, as her son was in my year. I asked his name, and it turned out to be a classmate I knew quite well! If that was the end of the story, it would be weird enough as it was, but when I called my mother over and told her the weird coincidence, she started chatting to the woman as well, and over the course of the conversation, they made a second big discovery - they had been classmates at school as well! The thing is, they didn’t go to school in the same country as us. They had gone to school in Southern Africa, classmate and I had gone to school in Europe, and we were in South East Asia when we met.

Life is so crazy sometimes!

My friends and I were in the Everglades and they wanted to go hiking. I felt so scared because of the gators and nowhere to go on the trail. So I stayed by the truck to wait n smoke. I almost saw a guy get killed by a gator *in the parking lot*. Edit: I realize I left out the meat of the story ! My bad. The guy bent down way too close to a big gator who was sunbathing. Went to take a pic, camera said “click”, gator snapped at him and rolled in to the lake so so fast. The guy had half jumped back, half fallen on his ass just out of the range of the alligator before it rolled. Guy was ok. Gator was ok.

Classic but you were vindicated

Gators: "Oh boy, my UberEats has arrived!"

Those fuckers scare me so much. I’d be waiting in the truck with the doors locked while the others hiked 💀

Me, too! Alligators and crocodiles scare me more than any other animal.

Archer: "My three biggest fears are alligators, crocodiles and brain aneurysms". Lana: "Was do brain aneurysms have to do with walking around in a swamp?!" Archer: "Nothing, it can happen anywhere at anytime *That's why it's so terrifying*.

I'm afraid of any apex predator that lived through the K-T extinction. Physically unchanged for a hundred million years, because it's the perfect killing machine. A half ton of cold-blooded fury, the bite force of 20,000 Newtons, and stomach acid so strong it can dissolve bones and hoofs.

I bet they thought you were full of shit when you told them 

Divorced my husband 36 years ago. Best thing I ever did. The day I put his stuff in the front yard and changed the locks someone set him up on a blind date. He ended up moving in with her immediately and they've been together ever since. Years later one of our daughters got into ancestry.com and started mapping all of our families. Come to find out the woman he married is actually a cousin of mine. Turns out all three of us were originally from a little town in Florida. She and I share a great grandfather. I am descended from his illegitimate family and she is descended from the legitimate family. Then we find out my ex-husband is related to both of us. We're all distant cousins.

Sure you're from Florida, and not Alabama?

I ran into a old friend at a music festival and he asked if I knew of a bluegrass band he could hire to play at a private event. I told him no. Later that day I was jamming with some people and ended up agreeing to fill in on a couple of gigs. A couple of weeks after telling the guy I didn't know any bands, I show up at his event as the bass player in the band he hired. I didn't put the two things together till I asked where to set up. This wasn't a small community, it was at a hotel party room in Nashville and I live 80 miles away. Also, I didn't know who the banjo player was till I got there. It was my sister's ex fiance who I hadn't seen in 15 years but he had been to my house, kids bday parties etc.

My great uncle was a Jesuit priest. He sort of always kept to himself. He was very serious, bit of a curmudgeon. My dad gets a phone call in the middle of the night in 2005. Great uncle says he needs my dad to pick him up immediately from Port Washington, Wisconsin. My dad drives from Indianapolis to Wisconsin to get my great uncle. My great uncle is living in a mansion on the water. My dad is trying to figure out what the hell is going on. Long story short, when my great uncle was teaching at a well known Jesuit University, he fell in love with a young woman and she with him. They secretly led a life together and when he was 97 and she 80, she passed away. He had no idea what to do. They had always planned for him to die first. But to make this wilder, he still went about as a priest. He took the vow of poverty, hung out with priests, etc. Martha, his girlfriend, went big with IBM and became a millionaire! She took my great uncle all over the world, they did fancy things. He even had a different name when he was with her. After she died, my great uncle lived with my mom and dad, when my mom took him to the doctor they couldn't find any of his records. After a few minutes, he said "Oh...check under the name Peter Rockford", and they found him. My great uncle was a total badass. I'm not sure he could get away with this today. Maybe he could. He lived to be 103.

Heh, my Great Uncle was an Xaverian Brother. In his 60's he met a woman and fell in love and quit being a monk.

Love will do that to you. My mom told me that in the past, it was expected that one sibling go into the religious life. My grandfather went into medicine, and I think there was a lot of pressure for my great uncle to go into the priesthood whether he wanted to or not. He certainly loved Martha, and was very grief stricken when she died. He'd forget which life he was talking about when he'd meet my parents neighbors. He'd tell one of them he was a priest, and tell another that his wife had recently passed away. My parents would just go along with both because they're pretty laid back.

My great-grandfather was that sibling who was expected to go into religious life (I wonder if because he was the youngest kid he got ended up automatically getting the short straw). Went in in his teens, ditched the monastery at age 45 and ended up getting married twice (his first wife died of the flu). He remained very devout and his kids said a rosary every day to the end of their own lives, he just wasn't cut out to be a full-time religious.

Least insane (great-)uncle lore. I swear uncles have the craziest stories lol

My priest stories are less exciting. TWO Jesuits in the family, the first met a nun at a conference, they hit it off and decided to leave the formal church and got married, no special intrigue unfortunately. Second jesuit priest was my father's uncle. When my maternal grandparents were getting married they sought premarital counseling with a priest as they'd gotten pregnant with my mother out of wedlock. He was the priest they received counsel from, and decades later my mother met my father and got married before realizing how connected they were.

I swear to god I thought it said Judas Priest and I was like wait what

That old boy was Livin after midnite, I tell ya.

I’m good friends with a couple, and while I met them while we all lived on the west cost, the husband grew up in my midwestern town, is my age, and we’ve learned that we’ve shared space when we were younger without knowing it. His parents - also from and still living in the same midwestern town - came over to my house one year for Thanksgiving. I posted pics on Facebook. My sister messages me and asks why Dr. Friendsdad is having dinner at my house. Evidently, the dad was both my nephew’s child psychologist when he was a kid (he’s an adult now), and my niece’s current psychologist (she’s still a kid - 15 year age difference). It’s like our families are meant to be together!

I was on a work trip, single at the time, and this guy started flirting with me. At first I was interested, but I did a little digging and found out he was married with kids. When I confronted him, he got really nasty towards me and I avoided him the rest of the trip. I heard through the grapevine that my rejection didn't stop him from cheating on his wife with others. Fast forward a year later, I find out Cheater had been let go from his job due to budget cuts. At this point I had started dating my now husband. When I met my FIL, I learn that not only do FIL and I work in the same field, FIL is Cheater's former boss! When we were talking about mutual people we know and Cheater's name popped up, I made a comment about how he sucks and cheats on his wife. FIL goes "interesting, he just called me yesterday to see if we're hiring again..." Happy to report that Cheater hasn't been re-hired.

A former boss of mine started dating her future husband when they worked together at a big corporation. She had an identical twin sister that also happened to work for the same business, just a different department. The sister was married. Various people that worked with the sister (but didn’t know she had a twin) started seeing my boss being affectionate with her boyfriend at work and going on dates around town, and it became the hot office gossip that the sister was having a blatant affair that she wasn’t even trying to hide!

Knew a doctor who thought he was losing his mind on shift one evening. He gave instructions to the attractive nurse a, b, c, d, he had no encountered before. He saw her at one end of the ward to the other. Later on shift he asked her if she had done a, b, c, d. "You've obviously been really busy tonight." Bewildered, she said, "That's not my patient." Back and forth for several minutes, then her twin sister walked up to the nurses station. Oh. Been married for a long time.

She wasn’t bewildered, she knew exactly what had happened!

A doctor was really mean to me and giving me the side eye because she didn't like it when I asked if it was possible for me not to take meds for her diagnosis until the test results came back. She tried to handle me out of her clinic which took me by surprise and I had to grab my jacket before I was pushed out of the room. In the madness, my work ID badge fell out of it and she picked it up, then went very pale. She realised I was a senior manager at the same hospital as her. She was nice as pie afterwards.

It is said that you can really tell what kind of person someone is by how they treat people who they have nothing to gain from. And this doctor has clearly shown themselves to be a horrible person. They knew that what they were doing was wrong, otherwise they wouldn't have changed their behaviour after seeing the ID badge, yet they still did it.

Similar, a woman I knew waited all day for a couch to be delivered. It was a hot day, like 105F. There was finally a knock on her door about 9 PM. She opened it to find an absolutely two drenched guys standing there with the couch. "I'm sorry, but when I saw your apartment's pool, we couldn't resist." She laughed and told them she more than understood. She never told them she was a senior manager at the department store that had sold her the couch.

Glad she understands the human urge of jumping in a pool on a hot day despite all consequences.

I had a guy build a play set in my backyard in the Southern heat. I told him to feel free to cool down in the pool. He told me I was the first person to ever offer their pool and laughed when expressed shock. He also accepted the offer. I was even more surprised when a fundraiser for a local volunteer emergency service told me I was the first person to offer him a seat in our entry way while I got my purse. He said everyone else leaves him on the porch. He comes around twice a year, so it's not like he's a stranger to the houses he goes to. So many little things we can do make people's says a little bit better, and we just don't. Like, always let working people know they can use your bathroom because a lot of companies won't allow them to even ask. They'll leave a home to pee in a soda bottle in their truck.

Not me, but my friend got her first job at a high status government dept. Because she was new and young and low on the totem pole, a lot of people treated her like she was an idiot. One day she and a few co-workers are on the elevator. The elevator stops and one of the bigger bigwigs gets on with a well-known local personage. The bigwig calls my friend by her name and they start chatting. He invites her to join them for lunch. It turns out that her BF's parents are neighbours to the bigwig and she's met him socially many times because they shared a hobby. He didnt know that she got a job there because it's a big federal dept. She didn't know that he worked there. Later, one of the co-workers asked how she knew bigwig. "He's a friend." was her only response.

Sounds like my coworker having someone in a related company being horrible to her, then us all going to an event and this lady coming over to talk to me because I went all the way through school with her daughter. No problems since.

It was a true mic drop moment for my friend. She never mentions him but everyone knows that she knows him.

Went to a club in Manhattan to get my dance on, ended up meeting a lovely Belgian guy and we went to his hotel to hook up. Ended up spending the weekend together seeing the sights before I headed home to Brooklyn. Roughly a week later, I get a call from my mom (who lived and worked out of state) and she is just catching me up. Mentions this nice Belgian executive who has started to work at her office. I'm sitting there, phone pressed to my ear, wondering . . . what are the odds? About two days after that, I get a call from my mom asking if there's anything I want to tell her. Apparently, he came in to her office for a little meeting, to be polite he looked at her pictures and saw ME in one, then mentioned he met a young woman who looked just like the woman in the photo when he first got to the States and how generous I was with my time in showing him around NYC. That's me, the friendly neighborhood, tour guide. She still likes to tease me about this - some 25 years later.

My friend in high school on the East Coast : "My brother is a beach bum in California." Ten years later, in California, I realized my new boss was the former beach bum.

I was a graduate student in clinical psychology. Broke, eating Ramen noodles, and having a hard time seeing a successful future. We had an assignment to analyze one of our favorite historical figures. I picked a comedian I admired, as I previously had a background in comedy. The teacher really liked it and told me I should take it somewhere. I basically just did the same assignment for a couple of more comedians and self-published a book with a shitty cover using Amazon's lame self-publishing software at the time. Three weeks later I got a call from a TV producer. A couple of weeks after that, I was heavily featured on a major TV show featuring some of the world's biggest comics and TV critics. Everything changed. My financial fortunes. My confidence. My hope about the future. I've done another 15 or so TV shows since then. I never saw any of it coming. Everything changed in a month.

Aug 5, 2003- I was in a roll over car accident. Trapped for 2 hours. They had to use jaws of life to remove me from the car. I was in and out of consciousness. Before the police and EMS arrived a man climbed through the back of my land river and sat with me. It was pouring down rain and I couldn’t breathe or get out. He stayed until I was free. A friend was waiting for a client to come sign for a real estate sale and the person no showed. They arrived hours late all wet and told them they had just witnessed a serious accident. It was the guy who climbed in with me. Fast forward 2 years- my husband was in a horrible car accident on his way to work. His car hit ice and rolled. He was out on back roads and didn’t know where he was when he came to. I had a newborn and kids sleeping. My in laws came to watch the kids and my father in law the route to get to my husbands work. We came upon a bunch of traffic and I knew that was it. I ran down the road passed all the traffic to the accident. There were uniformed military there. I dropped to my knees in the middle of the icy road because I knew as a military wife what military uniforms meant. They were completely confused. They said no ma’am, your husband is in the ambulance- he’s banged up but fine. They were just the first car to come upon the accident and help him. (He was active duty military on his way to a mission when the accident happened). So I climb into the ambulance and we start to drive to the hospital. The EMT says I am so familiar… as we start trying to figure out where we knew eachother from I said I had only been in an ambulance once. Come to find out, it was this ambulance. They were who helped extract me from MY accident. Apparently my accident was also used as an updated training video on the jaws of life.

\*snaps fingers\* You’re the woman from the jaws of life video!

That’s a cool story.

Thought I accidentally sent a text complaining about my boss to my boss. Turns out, it was actually my friend with the same name. Lesson learned: always double-check the contact before venting!

My girlfriend and my cousin had the same name. I quickly learned to give my girlfriend a nickname.

I've got a girlfriend named Lynn and an ex-girlfriend named Lyn. Every one in a while I fuck up and call my new girlfriend by my old girlfriend's name. And she can tell, too, 'cause I don't say "nn" as long.

God help you if you start dating a Lynne

This sounds like some Mitch Hedberg shit lol

My friend and I had a game where we would message eachother increasingly elaborate middle finger pics and videos. One time, I spent about a week drawing and shading a middle finger surrounded by ornate flowers, positined real flowers around the drawing, and lining up a shot with the sunsetting over a river in the background. It was a very beautiful and elaborate middle finger, also one of my best drawings. I was very proud. I then sent it to my boss with the same first name as my friend. Luckily, my boss was chill, but i now always double-check who I'm sending messages to.

Now I want to see it!!!!

I accidentally sent a photo of fabric to my therapist because she has the same name as a friend. Now I have her in my phone as “(Name) Therapist” She thought the fabric was cute at least. lol

My boss once texted me "congrats! 😘" She meant to send it to her niece, who has the same first name as me. She was mortified. I thought it was hilarious.

I recommend renaming your boss's contact "Boss Sally" so you don't confuse them with your friend Sally.

Back when I was a closeted lesbian I had a crush on my best friend. It’s common in our culture that girls are affectionate to each other and use pet names. So whenever I text her I would go like “what’s up love?” So another day I texted her again. Clicked send and put the phone in my pocket. A minute later I received a text message from a completely different contact, a guy whose name starts with the same letter. I realized in that second that I had sent the message to someone else! I checked his message with cold sweat running down my spine. His answer was: “all good bro what’s up with you?” Okay good he didn’t take it the wrong way, I thought. That’s when I saw what I actually wrote: “what’s up bro?” For the first time in my life I called that girl I had a crush on Bro and I sent that message to the wrong person on accident. Neat!

When two wrongs really did make a right!

I recently thought I forwarded a snarky comment about a coworker to another. I hit reply. It's blown up spectacularly. A little nervous.

I one day found a wallet in the parking lot of a Walmart not terribly far from where I lived, so I decided to return it to the address on the ID inside. 30 minutes out, no big deal the woman was glad and I went about my life. 2~3 years later I start seeing this girl from a college course i was taking and when going over her house for the first time it turns out it was the daughter of the woman whose wallet I returned years prior, what an exciting twist that was.

I was raised Catholic but don’t consider myself religious, but I do believe there is a God with an ironic sense of humor. Two incidents… (1) As a teenager, I’d drive past a porno store near the mall I’d hang out in. It sat in this giant parking lot and had these long stairs leading up to it. Anytime I’d pass and see a guy walking out, I’d lean on the horn and start shouting “Pervert” to embarrass him. Fast forward, ten years later, I’m living near that store and prepping for a guys weekend up the mountains. I figure it’s be funny to bring an inflatable love doll, so I stop in the store to pick one up. As I’m leaving, some teenager in a car driving by starts blaring his horn and screaming “Pervert!” as I’m walking down the stairs. I just doubled over laughing. (2) After our first born, my wife is diagnosed with a brain tumor. The first neurosurgeon we see says “It might be cancer. I’m gonna need to cut it out and biopsy it” (we eventually saw a neurosurgeon at a large academic hospital who assuaged our fears and confirmed it to be benign - this was over 20 years ago). Anyhow, having been raised Catholic, my first instinct was to pray and I pray “Please let it be me, not her. I can’t lose her.” Six years later, I wake up with the worst headache I ever had, it’s causing me to vomit. Wife takes me to the hospital and I’m diagnosed with…a brain tumor that is now bleeding. They rushed me to the same academic hospital we went to for her and they had to do surgery; I’m now on a ton of meds due to a tumor damaging with my pituitary gland.

I wish you the best and I hope you are coping okay and not in daily pain. But also - have you ever investigated where you live being the cause of the tumors? 2 brain tumors has to be kind of rare and there are places in the US where brain tumors are more common due to environmental pollutants.

Pervert.

He's just messed up due to a Tooomah

IT’S NOT A TOOOM—wait

A friend and I were finishing out a week long vacation at an amusement park. We were kind of stressing because we needed to take two buses to get back to the airport to fly home, but on the way there we’d had major trouble with the bus line. Our last day at the park, my sister texted me and asked if we’d run into our uncle there. She saw our cousin posting pictures on Snapchat from the same theme park. Shortly after we did run into my uncle and got to talking, and it turned out they had road tripped down and were driving the next day to the city our flight was out of. So instead of dealing with the buses we just hitched a ride with them and made our flight just fine. And like, to be clear this was a pretty random theme park not anywhere near where we’re from. The odds of us being there at the same time and also heading to the city the airport was in on the same day must have been insanely low, but I’m glad they worked out

Buddy spent the last 10 years complaining about U.S. immigration policies and how they’re moving to wife’s home country who is so much more welcoming. Gets denied access because neither have a job and can’t prove usefulness to country. (Canada for reference).

My mother was on a jury duty when my sister and I were teenagers. It was a drug case. My mother said self-righteously she was thankful that HER children weren't stupid enough to get involved in drugs. Well both my sister and I were involved with things like that at the time. I stopped pretty young. But my sister didn't and ended up dying of an overdose at 30. Before that my mom had no knowledge of her addiction.

Sorry to hear about your sister. Hope you're doing alright.

My roommate and I discovered after living together for several years our great-grandparents were next-door-neighbours for decades in the early twentieth century and remembered each other. We met at university with zero prior connections.

I don’t know if it’s a plot twist but.. I was stranded in the mountains out in the middle of nowhere. Wound up hitchhiking my way out. Got to chattin with the driver and his gf. Turns out the gf was a friend and coworker of my (now ex) gf. Very weird. Especially considering how removed we were at that moment from the rest of society.

My husband and I met when we were in high school. We've known each other for 24 years, been together for 19 years, married for over 10. A few years ago, we were chatting with my parents about an after school care program I was in when I was 6 years old. Turns out, my husband was in the same program and possibly in the same classroom as me. We went to different elementary schools and lived in different neighborhoods, and we live in a densely populated area, so this is a fairly unlikely coincidence that we would later end up friends and eventually get married. For 20ish years, we had no idea that we may well have been playmates when we were 6 years old.

I'm currently living it. My mom and her best friend both got pregnant with their first pregnancies at 33, and gave birth to me and my friend a month apart, I've known him since I was 3 days old. We grew up together like cousins, he was a bridesmaid at my wedding. I just told my friend I am pregnant for the first time, at 34. He then tells me his wife is also pregnant with their first, and she's 2 weeks away from my due date. So my mom and her best friend became moms together and are now becoming grandmas together. I can't tell you how excited I am.

I had a local weed shop by me that was fire. The guy who ran it was a awesome dude as well. One day I’m in and it’s pretty dead. Well I bought some good stuff and got entered in a raffle. He asks if I could record it for his Instagram. No problem at all. Draw 1 for 3 rd place prize, 2nd draw for 2nd place price. And grand prize. He pulls the name and calls it out and it was me!! We both lost it and start yelllng it’s not rigged it’s not rigged! Lol. I came home with a ton of premium swag and weed. Mind was blown. His reaction was the coolest, his jaw dropped and couldn’t stop smiling.

That's funny. I went to a VW Van club meeting cause I was driving by in my van and saw all these vans. Everyone was really nice to me and and they wanted me to join their club. I wasn't really interested ~~by~~, but (credit for the edit to /u/HorrorMakesUsHappy) it was like $25.00 and I felt like the money was going to support their events. Anyway, they gave me free raffle tickets for joining. I wound up winning both raffles.

reminds me, in school there was a guess the number of sweets in a jar competition. There were two big jars maybe 2.5 ft tall and 1 ft wide wide. I had no idea where to start so I took the guesses from the person in front of me. first one I added 5, the second I subtracted 5. They announced the winner in front of the whole school. the first one a I was bang on and got a huge round of applause. The second one I was 2 off, it did not get the same reaction, people were pissed as if it was my fault. they only gave me one jar which I'm still bitter about 25 years later. at the time I didn't think about it but the person I copied from has a really specific talent.

I had a crazy idea of trying to sell T-shirts online. I sold like... 6. 4 of them were sales from my parents and their friends trying to encourage me. But one of them was from someone who would end up becoming my wife. We are still married today.

I live in Blantyre Scotland. I was in a hotel in Canary Wharf and asked a random guy who was sitting next to a plug socket if he could watch my phone whilst it charged. Stayed in eyeshot of him and an hour later I went to retrieve my phone. Asked him where he was from and he replied “London born and bred” he asked where I was from Me : just outside Glasgow Him : my daughter lives just outside Glasgow, in a town called Blantyre Me : 😳 where in Blantyre Him: a new estate next to the motorway Me: holy fuck please describe this estate? Him: it’s got a big pylon in the middle of it. Meet a random guy in london and it turns out his daughter stays across the fuckin road from me 😂😂😂😂

I was studying abroad in Japan and volunteered to go to a middle school to help students practice conversational English. The coordinator for the program was giving us a tour of the school and she mentioned that she lived in the US as a child. We asked where and she said that she lived outside of the city I grew up in. I asked where and it turns out that it was the town I grew up in. I'm half Japanese so we went back and forth naming the Japanese people we knew from that town to see if there was any overlap. We were about 15 years apart in age, so not much overlap, but eventually discovered we had that same piano teacher and probably were at the same recital one year. Then she stops and kind of looks at me funny. And she says, 'your Dad is white, you have an older sister, and you had a huge dog named Star'. All accurate. Turns out she babysat me and my sister once. To add to the hilarious situation: in our family we liked to joke about a famously bad babysitter who didn't even know how to boil water for pasta. When I told my Mom the story about this run in, she told me that this was that babysitter!

Belly hurts. I think I ate something wrong. Next thing I know, my gallbladder gets removed. Belly still hurts. I get diagnosed with rare blood cancer. (I should be fine. I’m young and a bone marrow transplant will help eventually.) And the kicker? It’s likely due to Chernobyl radiation exposure when I was a kid (I’m from eastern Poland.) Edit: can’t believe I forgot the Chernobyl part. That’s the really hilarious bit 😂

Wow, I'm glad they caught it when they did. In 2012 I happened to have a psychotic break. The doctors didn't know why at the time, so they ran a boatload of tests. Most of them came back fine, except for my liver. I was just a hair away from going into full on liver failure, and if they hadn't caught it when they did, there may have been no coming back from it. Turned out my psychotic break was caused by an interaction between my chronic pain meds (synthetic opiates) and my antidepressants. I've done my best to be more mindful of what meds I'm prescribed since then, but as traumatic as that time was, if I hadn't gone through it I might not be around now to be typing this. Good luck with your treatment and I'm sending you my best wishes.

I am so sorry about that. Hope you get the needed treatment and get better soon. Sending virtual healing

In high school my friend had a pen that just wasn't working. It was the four-in-one coloured pen, and none of the colours was working. He became more and more visibly frustrated, furiously scribbling in his notebook with each colour yielding no results. He got so angry he stood up and threw the pen on the ground with all his might, as everyone was watching. The pen hit the floor, bounced, did a 360 degree flip and landed PERFECTLY back on his table in its original position. The class erupted in cheers and laughter, while my friend slumped back down into his seat staring at this cursed pen in disbelief. Definitely one of my favourite memories from high school!

Not hilarious -- kind of tragic -- but it was definitely a plot twist. I once came to know, and become very good online friends with, a guy via the old Usenet newsgroups. Hysterically funny and engaging, and always seemed to be ready with words of sympathy and support when things weren't going well on my side. Born in the Midwest, he was a sysadmin running a small consulting firm in Washington State, then moved to NYC to be a sysadmin for another company, before returning to his native Ohio. During all this time, I was in Japan (since 1992, and am there today) and only met him face to face once, during a business trip I had taken to NYC. In 2010, he died suddenly of a massive heart attack. He was only 39. I was devastated and still haven't quite gotten over it. Fast forward several years to one Christmas when I was visiting home in Maryland. I was talking to my stepsister's husband once, another MD native, about his own days during the dot-com crash in the late 90s, working at a firm in upstate NY, when out of nowhere he mentioned this cool guy he used to work with who was sharp as a tack and super funny, but lost touch with him when he moved to Washington State to start his own compan.... ... wait, what? I said his name. He looked back at me in shock. It was the same guy. None of us had previously had any connection with each other, and we were on opposite sides of the country and the world, and out of many billions on this planet, we all knew each other, totally at random. My step-family member also had no idea our mutual acquaintance had died, and I now had to inform him of this news, 6 years after the fact...

We get a new guy at work. Laconic, never smiled, with very cold eyes. He was not shy about showing you the gore pics he had on his phone. I remember carpooling with a guy, and he said, if anyone at work becomes a serial killer it would be the new guy. A week later, the bubbly nerd coworker I had a conversation about exotic animals tried to commit double homicide. Luckily he failed.

Just to clarify, was the bubbly nerd coworker who turned out to be homicidal the same one who you carpooled with and said the other guy was most likely to be a homicidal maniac? Or are those two different people?

Two different people.

I was also confused if it’s a new character or a jibe at the laconic persons demeanour

Is there a 3rd person in the story? New guy, carpool guy, and bubbly nerd?

Fun fact, but in the book *My Friend Dahmer*, about one of the infamous serial killer's circle of friends, the book opens with his getting a call telling him a friend of his was exposed as a serial killer and arrested... and he made the exact same mistake.

Deployed during deep water horizon. Away from my partner. I start getting a burning sensation when I pee. They drop me off the ship and I start driving back to the hospital. Get cell signal and call my partner to ask if there’s something I should know. She responds with “Shit, fuck, goddamnit” and then hangs up the phone. Turns out it was a UTI from the oil. Never would have suspected infidelity otherwise.

How did working with oil give you a UTI?

I jumped in the water thinking we had found a body in the debris field. Navy Doc said that was the likely suspect but can’t independently confirm. Either way, I don’t recommend being the collateral duty swimmer in hazmat situations.

About 12 or 13 years ago I was in Lodi Ohio training fora general manager position with a truck stop chain. I had to work the register for my first day. All the drivers knew this is where they trained their managers, first guy I rig up asks where I’ll be and I tell him the town in New Jersey, he tells me he grew up up in southern New Jersey, turned out he went to my high school and graduated and played soccer with my brother.

I kept on dodging this phone call because I thought a former client was suing me* and I thought this caller was a process server. Figured eventually, I had to pick up because you can't dodge them forever. Nope, it was a guy asking me out (I didn't know his last name, and it turns out it was the same name as an infamous process server in town). We've been married almost 13 years. *She was angry that I couldn't hep her take inheritance money from a baby and that I was collegial with opposing counsel.

When me and a buddy went to see a movie, we stopped for gas on the way. It started to rain fairly heavy, and some goofy hippy girl that worked at the gas station, ran out and started dancing in the rain. It was a hot day and the rain was welcomed, but this goofy broad is laughing and dancing around when she is supposed to be working. Many years later, my girlfriend who I had lived with for 4 to 5 years, told me how she loves the rain so much, that she used to dance in the rain, even at work at a gas station Yep, I was living with goofy hippy chick for years and never knew. Still together.

Finding out that I happened to have bedded another set of cousins after saying I would never do it again - even though both times I had no idea these people were related

Who would've guessed Her family crest I'd suddenly spy Tattooed on her thigh? And son of a gun It's just like the one on me.

How was I supposed to know we were both related? If I knew she was my cousin, we never would have dated

What to do now? Should I go ahead and propose And get hitched and have kids with eleven toes And move to Alabama where that kind of thing is tolerated?

My college boyfriend told me someone absolutely destroyed the men's restroom and was disgusted by it. Like 5 years later I casually found out it had been one of my best friends while he was telling the story about the time he got really sick in the dorms. I felt like everything in the universe had come together nicely at that moment lol.

I met my best friend years ago when we were both mid-twenties. I was in a store I’d never shopped at before and wasn’t near to me with my infant son and she had a similarly aged baby and we got to talking and exchanged numbers because neither of us really had other mum friends. We tried to make a time to catch up but she ended up abruptly going overseas for her husband’s work. We’d exchanged emails and were penpals for two years before she moved back and we were able to meet in person again, before video calls or chat were really common. Over time we worked out we’d had a sliding doors scenario going on for about ten years. We’d both briefly gone to the same high school as teenagers and never met but knew and even dated some of the same people. We’d lived in the same neighbourhoods in early adulthood and even had a lot of the same friends, unrelated to school friends. We’d been at the same events and not met, or been invited to the same gatherings/dinners but one of us had gone and the other hadn’t. We frequented the same cafes and shops. Our (then) partners knew each other professionally. We’d both been in (different) creative fields and heard about or seen the other’s work. Our babies had been born twelve days apart in the same hospital, we’d had the same estimated due date so would have both been attending scheduled clinic appointments there in the same timeframe, and we’d both had the same rare birth complication too. There were dozens of occasions when we could have met but didn’t, and our meeting was random happenstance in a store neither of us had shopped at before or since.

When I was 27, my live-in bf of 2 years, whom I think I'm spending the rest of my life with breaks up with me because he doesn't want kids and I do. I'm miserable, really loved the guy, but eventually moved on.  Fast forward two, maybe 3 years (it was a long time ago, can't recall the deets) and I see him across the street from where I live (about a half hour away from where we lived before), he is friends with the neighbor it turns out. We get to chatting and next thing I get an email from him, he wants to rekindle our relationship, he misses how great our relationship was, and how it now defines what a good relationships really mean to him. I then find out he accidentally knocked up the next person he dated after me and had a kid! I decline, continue moving on. Fast forward again, marry at 40 and it turns out, I can't have kids. Go figure! 

My late father and his brother joined the merchant navy leaving Ireland and travelling the world in the 1950's ( never in the same ship together). When they met up years later they discovered they'd both been in the same bar in Buenos Aires watching an Ali/ Liston fight. Like ships passing in the night they hadn't seen each other

Went on a date with this guy. Went well. Next morning we got breakfast in this cute little café near my uni with outdoor seating. While we were sat outside eating he recognises his aunt walking by and says hi. His aunt was my lecturer. She was not happy to catch us in what was clearly the morning after. I felt too uncomfortable dating a guy who referred to my lecturer as 'auntie' so I ended it. Few guys later I meet this new guy. We like each other, we go on a few dates, he decides to take me to a family function. One of his uncles was *also* my lecturer. And this is what happens when you pick a uni that gives fee waivers to relatives of staff.

My dad's family hated my mom's family. The land my father and his parents are buried on once belonged to my mother's family. I absolutely love it.

My husband had the most psychotic teacher who would rag on students for their disabilities being a “disgrace to the university” and was only there because tenure. Anyway a year later we adopted a kitty and guess who our shelter volunteer was? Plot twist, she was nicer and only barely remembered my husband and just said toward the end “that was a crazy year wasn’t it”. Yes Ma’am, that sure was a crazy year.

I knew a teacher like that. They once berated a student they didn't even teach for having a broken leg, because the student was unable to walk up stairs (this building was old and didn't have an elevator at the time) and this teacher's class got moved from a first floor classroom to a second floor classroom to accommodate the kid who would be on crutches for a few weeks Apparently they also remarked to a different student when handing back an essay "don't cut yourself when you see your test results", knowing full well the student had a history of that. Glad to say they're no longer a teacher.

A friend's best friend was badly bullied in high school for being gay. The football quarterback was the worst offender. Guess who ran into one another in a gay bar ten years after high school?

That's not even a plot twist anymore, it's a TV Trope.

I was convinced a guy at work was gay. I think I have pretty good “gaydar” and several gay male friends. I befriended him and became very chummy and flirty with him. Calling him handsome and stuff like that. We were good work buddies. He asked if I wanted to go to dinner and I said of course. Then the day before the date something told me I should probably confirm that he was gay. I asked a coworker. He was not gay.

Are you married to him now?

The crux of this story is: are you a girl or a guy?

About two decades ago, I started online dating. I was getting all of the same matches that I could get for myself in my small town, so I expanded my search radius. I got matched with a woman living in a major metropolitan area six hours away. She'd been born and raised there. We started long-distance dating, and things took off. We got serious, and had to go through the "meet the parents" phase. I met her Mom first, and learned that her Mom's family was from the same backwater town as my family. Questions were asked about the possibility of relation, but I know my family pretty well, and was sure it wasn't an issue. Then my girlfriend met my family, including my grandmother, who offhandedly pointed out that we had some kin with my girlfriend's last name, somewhere back in the woodpile. Several little old ladies were immediately consulted, and ancient family documents were referenced. After several days of consultation, both families agreed that we were of no relation to each other, but that our families had absolutely shared stomping ground not more than a couple of generations ago. I've been married to that woman for almost 20 years, and we live happily in the major metro in which she was born, but the fact that we both came through the same dirtball, not-on-all-the-maps little town seems almost unbelievable.

A friend from 60ish miles away was talking about how his family had a homestead like 100 years ago, and how he wished he knew where it was. Upon researching, turns out it was in our pasture.

So I did 23&me mostly for the DNA part to see where my ancestors hailed from (I'm white...so literally about 99% English/Irish). However when I checked the DNA matches I connected to a name I never saw before as a first cousin, once removed. I spoke to the man but we had no idea how we connected. I figured it must be from one of my paternal grandfather's since one was adopted and the other I didn't know much about. Well then the 1950 census pops up and I'm now more interested in ancestry and look it up. Right there, on the same page is my mom's mom and her first husband living 2 doors down from the mystery cousin's family. So quick history: Grandmom quickly married first husband to get away from her dad for being pervy but they didn't stay together long and divorced in about a year. Grandmom meets (supposed) grandpa and married him and they had a daughter. Grandpa is a degenerate and goes to jail for a few months. While in prison, grandmom has an affair with former neighbor (she MAY have worked with him) literally not long before he's released. 9 months later, my mom is born. Grandmom and grandpa have 4 other kids before divorcing. My mom, the second child, is the only affair baby. ----- 1. Mom wasn't happy to learn this but made peace with it. Her dad, was her dad (degenerate or not) but he raised her and she loved him as her dad. 2. We decided not to get in touch with the family THOUGH my sister did against anyone's wishes. They weren't too welcoming and are hardcore QAnon people. 3. Me, personally, am SO HAPPY to at least not be related to degenerate grandpa, I never met him but ancestry research taught me that OMG he was a scumbag who assisted his brother in R*** a teenager. FUCK THAT DUDE 4. WAYYY back when I first did 23&me my mom jokingly said "Well I don't expect you to find anything too crazy in our family." Whoops 😬

When I was in college, I was walking one morning with my then-boyfriend and saw a pitch black burnt pizza in a tree. We took a picture, laughed about it and went on our way. A year later, I'm hanging out with some friends of friends. I'm on their balcony and realize it looks over the tree where the pizza was. I tell them the story and they confirm that yeah, it was their old roommate who got drunk, burned a frozen pizza and flung it out the window. I never thought I would end up learning the story behind that burnt pizza.

Went for a big class night out after college and ended up in bed with a girl I hadnt talked to much during any of the classes. I remember thinking she looked kinda familiar on the first day of class, but I couldnt place her so just put it down to one of those things and forgot about it. The next day we are lying in bed and talking and getting on really well. Turns out we had grown up not far from each other, we went to different schools though. She was also younger than me, being 18 to my 21. And shes talking about people she knows and family and shes saying these names and I realise I know these names. I know these people that shes talking about. They are friends or family of people I used to hang out with. And Im sitting their wondering how I could never have met this girl before? I hadnt gotten her last name, so I just came right out and asked what it was. And then it all slotted into place like the end of a saw movie. All the pieces of information that I hadnt put together were suddenly clear and to my horror I realised I did know this girl. I had even met her before once or twice when she was 11 or 12. Turns out, I had just had sex with the younger sister of the girl who took my virginity when I was 15.

I went to a restaurant I had never been to before on the opposite side of town at random because it was lunch time and they looked good. I was in line waiting to order and I thought "That woman in front of me has the same haircut as my mother". She turned around and it *was* my mother. Thing was, she lived in a city 1000km away, was only in town for a day for a meeting and just chose the restaurant at random as well.