Once at Disneyland when I was in high school, I was in line to get ice cream. The cast member served me and then correctly guessed my middle name and my birthday. There’s no logical explanation for how he knew this information, and it still freaks me out.
It was summer vacation, and my aunt had come to visit.
She lives in Alberta, which is a five-day drive from me. We were sitting on my deck talking about her childhood and old babysitters when my aunt told me how she hadn’t seen this lady in years but wondered if she was still alive (my aunt hadn’t been in my province in about 10 years).
Right as she finished her sentence, a newspaper blew through my backyard. I ran over and picked it up; the only page that was there was the obituary, and guess who was in it… the lady who babysat my aunt.
I dropped a crochet needle a few years ago in my living room.
My living room doesn’t have much stuff, and there’s linoleum by the front door. I heard that dark crochet needle hit the linoleum.
I searched for almost an hour and couldn’t find it at all. It’s been 3 years, and the living room has gone through some changes, which required moving the furniture.
Still haven’t found it.
When I work, I wear headphones a lot. One morning, I reached into my pockets to put them on, and they were gone. I was sure I took them with me and checked every pocket twice; I only have four pockets.
Bummed out, I continued working.
A couple of hours later, I reached into my right pocket to get my wallet and pulled out my headphones! I had checked this pocket, and there’s no way I could have missed them. They have a long cord, so they’re a mess when I put them in my pocket—how could I have not felt them?
No clue.
