I hauled a huge box on a flat-bed cart out into the broiling Costco parking lot. Inside was a porch-set: two chairs, a love-seat, and two glass-topped tables, all intricately packed. I was confident that I could place the pieces here and there in Donna's Camry. Actually, none of the pieces fit, re-packing was impossible, and passers-by couldn't help but laugh as they saw our predicament. After a few minutes the sedan next to us pulled out, and a pickup truck pulled in. The couple in the truck got out and started towards the store, and then we heard "Tom, Donna, is that you?" It was our good friends Ann and Roger, who had arrived alongside all unknowing.
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Date submitted:Mon, 26 Nov 2018 08:13:51 +0000Coincidence ID:10139