I had a real life Twilight Zone happen to me the other week.
It was a dark and stormy night. I casually walked to Doree's front door to retrieve her for the impending adventures that evening and made note that she lived in apartment 101. "Hmm...I daresay that is a palindrome," said I to myself. Feeling an instant bond with the apartment (as my name is also spelled the same forwards and backwards), I smiled as Doree shut the door behind her. "Evening," said she. I tipped my hat to her and we were on our way.
Then a terrible conflict arose. "Dear me," I said. "I am hungry." My other associates in the back of the car seconded that emotion but nobody could think up a place to dine. Then, as if some other power overtook us, we all agreed on Quiznos.
As I was engaged in the cheery conversation that surrounded me, I glanced at the address on the door of Quiznos. By golly in adhesive numbers it read 101 left to right. And right to left. "This cannot be happening," I muttered under my breath.
After a jovial time at Quiznos, we exited unaware of the unusual happenings before us. We entered the car and, as my snot was frozen inside my nose and tremors took hold of my frigid body, my eyes naturally wandered over to the temperature indicator. No, it was not 101 degrees, BUT there were exactly 101 miles left before the car would need more gas.
I recounted the story to my associates who patronized me for a small moment with their "oohs," and "ahhs," just as I expect of you. It's crazy but true. Stranger than fiction. 101% unbelievable but 101% real.
2 comments:
I want you to ghost write my Auto-biography
I'm Eric and I think nobody has landed on the moon. The end. There I did it for you, publish it and sell it for a milliondy dollars.
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