Sometimes life really is stranger than fiction. For instance, my daughter got a job working for a friend of the family about a 45 minute drive away, but since she doesn't yet have a car, she has to take the bus to work and ride an hour and a half both ways. She leaves the house at 5:30 am and gets home at 5:30 pm.
She gets to work an hour early, but . . .
. . . she's met a cute boy on the bus who sits and talks with her. She gave him a cupcake on his b'day and he said they should "hang out" sometime, so she gave him his number. Last weekend, she thought she saw someone that looked like him at her brother's little league football game. Yah, right. What are the chances?
Come to find out, it was him! In fact, his little brother is on my son's team. Coincidence? Or fate? It reminds me of a novel or a movie where all the stars align. I know, I know, I have a wild imagination as my daughter would say. That's what makes me a writer.
*Funny Fact: This same daughter told me the other day that she wanted to move out because I made her do too many chores. I couldn't help laughing. She didn't get it even after I explained that if she moved out she'd be doing all the chores and paying for everything. Teenagers!