Used to teach in Korea in a fairly small town. Some kids I taught told me about their grandma. She saw a black man at the train station and muttered at him, in Korean, to go wash his skin. She, of course, assumed there was no way he spoke Korean but he immediately answered back, in Korean, “Don’t hate, grandmother.”

She was so shocked and embarrassed she just stood up and left the station. Took the afternoon train instead.

I evaluated a child and had to testify in family court. During the court session I learned that the mother had "rented" her oldest daughter to her friends when the daughter was 15-17. The mother told the daughter she "had to do it" otherwise her siblings would be homeless and hungry. Mother used most of the money for d***s. Father pays rents and brings grocery every week because he knew mother didn't have money. Custody was 50/50 when this was happening.

The judge did not terminate the mother's parental rights and mother got supervised weekend visits. The judge said it wasn't clear the mother's intention was for her friends to r**e the daughter so she wasn't going to terminate the mother's parental rights. She went on about the importance of children having a mother in their lives. Till this day, I judge both the mother and the judge.

I was backpacking around Europe in the summer of ’92 with a buddy from high school in NJ. We struck up a conversation with a couple of Australian guys on the ferry from Italy to Greece. We chatted for a few hours and then said goodbye when we got to Athens. We didn't tell them our travel plans.

A few days later we were on the island of Santorini and ran into them walking down the beach. Kind of weird, but it's a popular island and Greece is only so big. A couple days later we saw them in restaurant there too. We laughed about it. What a coincidence. But again, only so many restaurants on Santorini.

More than a week later we had made our way back to the mainland and up to Rome. We were walking around in the Vatican (with our long pants on) and ran into them. What the heck?! That is so weird. We laughed again.

But lots of people go to the Vatican, so not the weirdest thing ever. More than a week after that we had made our way to Bern Switzerland and were waking along the market and who the heck was that up ahead of us?!? No way!!! Are you serious?!? Were these guys following us? Because we weren't following them! We laughed a bit more nervously and were somewhat incredulous.

This was getting really weird. We said goodbye shaking our heads and chuckling. We then continued over to Austria, Chech Republic, Hungary, up to Germany, the Netherlands, Norway, Denmark and finally made our way to England.

It was like 5 weeks later when we were waking down some random not-famous street in London with sore throats from the terrible smog of the ‘90s. And we run straight into these two Aussies, again!!

I kid you not. We were all totally dumbfounded and more than a little weirded out. In the course of about 7 weeks we ran into them 5 times in 4 countries. That is the weirdest coincidence I've ever been a part of. Thanks for reading!

I bought a fairly rare car with a very rare configuration and it ended up having a defect. The manufacturer ended up replacing the car (impressive move without a lot of hassle and they certainly didn’t need to at the stage that they did so). The dealership that I replaced the car at was about 40 miles from my home, in a metropolitan area of about 2.2 million people.

A few months before exchanging the car, we had moved homes, but only a couple of miles away. About three months after exchanging the car, I ordered a pair of shoes and they were delivered to the old house (we had moved several months earlier at this point). I decided to drive to the old house on the off chance that the residents had received the package.

When I arrived and was walking up the driveway, I noticed a car identical to the one that had been replaced sitting in the driveway, again because this was a very rare configuration this stood out. The car had one small scrape on the front fender when I turned it on and I checked this one and it had the same mark. So, in the driveway of my old home sat my old car. This was weird.

At the door, I found my shoes and asked the gentleman “whose car is that in the driveway” and the guy (who I had never met before) just started laughing. He told me that he already knew it was my former car because when the dealership did the registration paperwork it already had the right address in the system and they were blown away.

So, the guy who moved into my previous home, bought my previous car (presumably repaired), from a dealership 40 miles away, in a city of over two million people. I don’t know what the odds are of this happening, but they are astronomical.