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This really happened.
As usual my father-in-law, got the bus to get his bits and Bob's on Saturday and as usual he left his bus pass on the bus.
So under orders from my better half, I was ordered to get it back! After a few phone calls, I found that it had been handed in at a post office way out in the suburbs near a grammar school.
So armed with the map in my head and the knowledge of what bus(es) to get. I embarked.
The journey was not a problem and even the post office was straightforward as could be.
I walked to the nearest bus stop and lo and behold the next bus scheduled was 45 minutes away, so I set off on shanks' pony to get another bus, a different route, the bus stop was outside the school.
I started approaching the school near the corner which I had to turn to get there. Nearing the bus stop, I started getting the feeling (again) that I had been here before. I know that I've never walked here before or as I got to the bus stop, the feeling was really intense, I remember straight away that I met an old school friend there. I met him as he was back in school.
I got a grip of myself and looked at the bus times, it was due in another ten minutes. So the shelter had a seat, I smiled at myself wondering whether I had been there before, I was convinced I hadn't.
I was lost in thought when a lady approached and asked if they (a gent was behind her) had missed the bus.
No I answered,
With that, we just started passing time chatting nice talk and the topic of how far you could get on the bus now and how you were lucky to get a bus anywhere outside the old boroughs, before the eighties..
I told them from where I used to live to get to my favourite football team I had to get two buses and walk etc.
They asked where I was from and a sudden realisation that I knew the gent but not at this age.
I told them where I grew up and stated that I went to my school, 'so did I' was his response, then he mentioned my name, I knew it was him and I hadn't seen him since school..
We shook hands and asked about what had happened to each other, gave each other telephone numbers with a promise to chat or text.
We sat together on the bus until I had to get off at my stop. It was after the farewell wave, I had forgotten about the deja vue and the memory that I had either dreamt the situation or had something to do with our meeting, it surely wasn't just a coincidence?
Was it fate? A chance encounter? I wouldn't have known him until we started speaking. I certainly don't talk to strangers at bus stops. Not ever! Why then? If I had got an earlier or later bus? Weird or what?
I am weird!
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