Life is a funny old bird and full of little surprises. Here are a few I’ve had in random order (otherwise, it wouldn’t be a surprise, huh?).
I asked my two and a half year-old grandson if he needed help getting his jacket on. He said, “No, I got it, Papa.”
“I got it”? What toddle talks like that? One day his mommy couldn’t find the TV remote. She jokingly told him to find the remote and turn off the TV. She left the room to answer the door and came back. The TV was off and he handed her the remote. I swear there is a little old man inside him.
On my 60th birthday, my daughters decided to throw a surprise party for me. It was gangs of fun and I got to see all my family & friends in one place at one time. The REAL surprise was that they decorated my daughter’s livingroom with an Italian restaurant as the theme. Now, me being Italian makes that kind of a cool thing and probably not that unusual, but the place looked just like my mom & dad’s restaurant! How they pulled that off I have no idea. My parents retired and the place was sold long before my daughters were born. And while I told them about the place I never gave them details about what it looked like and there were no photos.
When my best friend and his new wife came out to visit us from Pennsylvania (yeah, he moved there on purpose) he wanted to take a day trip to Tahoe. His wife had never been. We piled into the car and took off. We drove around the lake and then stopped at the North shore to try our luck at the tables. I was standing in the lobby of one of the casinos, and this guy about my age came up to me and asked, “Is your name Billy?…Billy Mosca?” I said, “Yeah until I was about 12 years old everyone called me ‘Billy’. Do I know you?” He said, “I’m Barry, your old nextdoor neighbor!”
Whoa! Barry and I were inseparable until I started Junior High. Then we started drifting apart. We reconnected just before my wife and I got married and asked him to be an usher at our wedding. After the wedding we moved out of the old neighborhood and Barry and I lost touch again. What are the odds of us crossing paths over 200 miles from the town we grew up in and 30 years later?
I’ve mentioned in the past that I worked in restaurants most of my life. The last one I worked in before changing careers was part of a ten-unit chain. I was gradually promoted to assistant manager. A few months later I had a new district manager. Turns out I knew the man. He was an old friend of my father’s. He had no idea where I worked and there he was: my new boss!
So enjoy the weirdness that pops up from time to time. It keeps things interesting.