Be careful what you say
When travelling in NZ in 1996 I stayed at a remote and near empty backpacking hostel. Bored one evening I begged the landlord to open up the outdoor spa for a soak, supported by another lonely traveler. We got to talking under the stars and we began to discuss whom and what really annoyed us. I began to talk about one person I found unbearable at school, who'd ended up following me to uni. I'd never much thought of him since leaving college but began to really warm to my topic, describing how he may be the only person I've ever met I'd happily push under a bus. It turned out that my bathing companion, at 2 in the morning on the other side of the world, was his girlfriend's cousin.
Date submitted:Wed, 11 Jan 2012 14:18:14 +0000Coincidence ID:3246