In her recent essay, Julie teased out some of the math and mystery behind coincidences, also putting out a call for readers to share their best omg-how-could-that-possibly-happen moments. Here are some additional reader stories that came into our inbox, starting with an anonymous tale that’s a little too close to home (literally):
I moved to San Francisco from the East Coast in 1990. Shortly after we moved, my husband and I visited a bar in the city near a friend’s house. The bartender carded us, and when I presented my Connecticut driver's license to the bartender, she looked up at me, flabbergasted. I thought that she didn't think my CT license was legitimate, but she seemed really disconcerted and said nothing about my age.
Instead, she started asking me things like, “Did someone put you up to this?”, “Is this a joke?” I clearly had no idea why she was so upset or why she was asking me these questions. She then asked me, “Did you really live at [a home address] in Glastonbury, CT?” I said yes, my parents moved there in 1987 and still lived there. She said, “I grew up in that house.” She described the house and its surroundings to me exactly. We were both extremely freaked out. What are the odds?
Here’s a sentimental coincidence from reader April Le: