Lock and key, reunited!

My father, Terry, bought a door from a reclaim centre and fitted it to the 'pub' that he'd built under his house. The lock had no key. Some friends came round for drinks in the 'pub'. My father mentioned that he needed to buy a lock for the nice old door he'd just fitted. One of his friends, John, said that the door looked very similar to one he'd taken to the scrapyard, some weeks ago. "I've got the key on my key ring" he said, handing it over. It fitted!
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Date submitted:Fri, 13 Jan 2012 14:02:21 +0000Coincidence ID:3349


When I moved into my current house I rang for an Indian Takeaway. I thought I recognised the number: it was my National Insurance number!