There’s an interesting piece by A K Haart that, as I took it in, tripped on the threshold of my head and fell against that big bell that wakes my memory.
Back in the mid to late nineties I was crew changing way down in Southeast Asia. All aboard the minibus that collected us at the airport and drove us to the coastal town wherein the heliport was located and as we headed into the town wherein resided the heliport, traffic was crawling along bumper to bumper. We were in the outside lane that was managing to travel a couple of miles per hour faster than the inside lane.
With nothing else to do, and having bagged a window seat, I just gazed at and into the cars an’ such as we drifted passed and eventually I noticed we were coming upon a minibus not unlike ours. As we slowly went past, I spotted two very attractive young ladies sitting at the back with a little white dog that was hopping happily between their laps. We momentarily locked looks and smiled politely at each other as my bus slowly hauled ahead and I continued my inspection of other traffic we slowly passed.
Wot grabbed my attention was the fact the dog seemed to be a pet and where I was isn’t noted for their love of dogs. Other than in a curry of course.
Fifteen minutes later, I spotted we were pulling towards the backend of another spookily similar minibus. As we crawled by I spotted two very attractive young ladies sitting at the back with a little white dog that was hopping happily between their laps. We momentarily locked looks and they smiled politely but must’ve been a tad nonplussed by my open mouthed, wide eyed look.
This cannot be; it couldn’t possibly queue-jump but wot are the chances of there being two minibuses, fifteen minutes apart with two identical young ladies with a little white dog on board? Okay, not impossible and easier to get my head around than the weird alternatives that popped into my head; and I’ll never know... True story and, surprisingly, no alcohol was involved either before or during this minibus ride.
Quote; Sue Grafton.
“Ghosts don't haunt us. That's not how it works. They're present among us because we won't let go of them."
"I don't believe in ghosts," I said, faintly.
"Some people can't see the colour red. That doesn't mean it isn't there," she replied.
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Thanks for the link but although I've scratched my head over your story I can't explain it. Maybe there was some kind of TV lookalike contest going on somewhere.
Not very good as an explanation but my only other idea is that you accidentally popped into the fourth dimension and split into two people in two different minibuses on two different timelines.
A K Haart,
I didn't make the end very clear, but at the second pass the ladies smiled at me as they had before - even with my shocked look messing up my rugged good looks... Why weren't they as shocked as I? They couldn't have failed to realise they'd just seen me; me being not of their country an' all.
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