Hi y'all
Rather than the weird & creepy, my tale is of a load of lucky coincidences which happened to me in the summer of 1992.
A friend and I were on our way to see the Sisters of Mercy at the NEC in Birmingham, my ticket was in the envelope the tickets had been posted to me, stuffed in to the pocket of my jeans. Unbeknownst to me, the envelope fell out of my pocket. A fact I only discovered when we arrived in Liverpool city centre to meet the coach going to the gig.
A frantic call home revealed something unbelievable. My sister, who lived away, had decided to make an inpromptu visit home that day, saw the envelope on the ground WITH MY NAME ON IT and picked it up, found the ticket and guessed what had happened. She rushed home, and met a neighbour who had been a Liverpool fireman, and so knew the backstreets and quick ways as well as anyone, who gave her a lift to the city centre.
The Coach driver agreed to hold on for a time, but would have to leave at 4pm, and at 3:59 my sister came charging along the pavement, stuffed the ticket in my hand and swore at me. I got on the bus to a round of "you lucky *******!" from the people who had learned of what was happening from the courier on the coach.
To this day, I find the chain of events almost unbelievably lucky. Does anyone else have similar good luck stories?
Rather than the weird & creepy, my tale is of a load of lucky coincidences which happened to me in the summer of 1992.
A friend and I were on our way to see the Sisters of Mercy at the NEC in Birmingham, my ticket was in the envelope the tickets had been posted to me, stuffed in to the pocket of my jeans. Unbeknownst to me, the envelope fell out of my pocket. A fact I only discovered when we arrived in Liverpool city centre to meet the coach going to the gig.
A frantic call home revealed something unbelievable. My sister, who lived away, had decided to make an inpromptu visit home that day, saw the envelope on the ground WITH MY NAME ON IT and picked it up, found the ticket and guessed what had happened. She rushed home, and met a neighbour who had been a Liverpool fireman, and so knew the backstreets and quick ways as well as anyone, who gave her a lift to the city centre.
The Coach driver agreed to hold on for a time, but would have to leave at 4pm, and at 3:59 my sister came charging along the pavement, stuffed the ticket in my hand and swore at me. I got on the bus to a round of "you lucky *******!" from the people who had learned of what was happening from the courier on the coach.
To this day, I find the chain of events almost unbelievably lucky. Does anyone else have similar good luck stories?