So. I was just coming back from picking up the pup from doggie-daycare when I had to stop and wait for a car to pass. While I was waiting for it to move out of my way, I noticed its license plate was from the fine state of Nebraska.
Well, we don’t see too many Nebraska cars up here in Massachusetts, so I was quite curious. Luckily? — or was it just coincidence? fate, even? — the car pulled into the strip mall which had a store I was planning at stopping at. So, I did what any midwesterner- transplant to New England would likely do: I asked the guy driving the Nebraska car, “Where in Nebraska are you from?”
He said, with a European accent, “I’m not from Nebraska. It’s just a rental car.”
“Oh,” I said.
“We’re from the Netherlands.” he explained, before I could explain why this nutty American (me) was so curious why he might be from Nebraska (my husband is from Nebraska).
“Oh. Well, welcome to Massachusetts! ” I said cheerily, and then paused a bit before asking, “Are you lost?”
The Netherlandian responded with a smile and a nod, “uh, is this downtown?”
“For Lakeville, Mass, yes, this is probably what they would call downtown. Are you looking for Middleboro? It has a more traditional town center.”
“We are looking for a hotel.”
“Ah, THAT I can direct you to.” And so I pointed the way to the closest option for lodging, wished them good luck and waved goodbye.
Later, after purchasing bacon to wrap striper in for cooking on the grill and ice cream for dessert (peppermint stick and “The Big Dig”, vanilla ice cream with fudge brownie chunks, caramel sauce and chocolate chunks by Brigham’s, New England’s Premium Ice Cream), I thought about how ODD my encounter was with the car that was from Nebraska but was driven by a guy from the Netherlands. I was regretting that I didn’t give them a map – I have plenty in my car. And I was considering that I should have at least invited them to dinner! or gone even further, invited them to spend the night at our house. But alas, that opportunity for a truly good deed was done passed.
And then, I had to think, was it a mere coincidence that they were indeed lost and I was the one who happened to be there for them?
Hmmmmmm. The universe is just one big crazy place, isn’t it.
Have you done any good deeds lately? Suffered any odd coincidences? Do tell!