Yesterday Seymour stopped in at the local second-hand shop to see what they had for sale. I couldn’t believe what he found:
At first glance, it looks like an ordinary puzzle. At first glance, I was unimpressed. But then he turned the box over:
This was an anniversary gift for my grandparents. I didn’t remember it, which is unremarkable since I was six in 1990, but there’s no mistaking my grandmother’s handwriting. What are the odds that Seymour would stop in the day they had this puzzle out for sale, and that he would find it?
Apparently the cashier was unimpressed by the amazingness of this coincidence. It appears that my grandparents donated the puzzle to the local library once they finished it, which I suppose explains how it eventually ended up at the second-hand shop. I wonder if it still has all one thousand pieces…
Have you ever experienced a coincidence like this? Tell me all about it in the comments! 🙂
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Suddenly they all died. The end. 
In a coincidence of a slightly different kind, I was once battling the arctic winter in a miserable little town called Hell – honest. A million miles from nowhere and I actually met a lady. Right, I thought, time to woo her with my version of Norwegian. But at my first word she put up a hand, and in the thickest accent, the like of which I’d been trying to excise for twenty years, told me she didn’t speak any other language but english, and in fact originated from a street, not five miles from my own in Birmingham.
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That is crazy!
There’s a town in Michigan called Hell. I got a postcard from there once. It was pretty awesome, but not nearly as awesome as the story I read somewhere once about a guy whose girlfriend said she would marry him when Hell froze over. He drove up there one winter day, took a picture of himself standing next to the city sign covered in snow, and proposed. If I recall, she said yes.
How true the story is is anyone’s guess – I read it online, after all. But it’s still a funny story. 🙂
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I didn’t realise there were two. Mine was in deepest, darkest Norway well above the arctic circle so it ‘s always frozen over.
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Indeed, there are. I think it’d be a fun place to visit. You know, so I could say that I’ve literally been to Hell and back. Such a thing would amuse me greatly. 😀
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Very cool story, have fun completing it.
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Thanks! I just hope all the pieces are still there. But even if they’re not, I have no intention of parting with it. 🙂
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That’s pretty cool!
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I still can’t believe he found it. What are the odds? 🙂
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