Down to the Day
My wife’s uncle, who was from Texas, rarely got to travel. He was visiting us in the big city for the first time ever and noticed a car parked on the street, directly in front of our apartment building. It was his daughter’s car, still with her Texas license plates on.
She had sold it two months earlier. Somehow this car, which was sold to a stranger, made its way to my neighborhood, to my street, and found street parking ten feet in front of my front door on the DAY he visited. Story credit: Reddit / TiredMold