Another odd encounter with perfect strangers

 

So there I was, minding my own business at one of my favorite late-night drinking spots. . . .

I had another odd encounter from some perfect strangers last night.

I was sitting at one of my favorite late-night drinking spots. The front porch of this building near People’s Park that’s closed in the evening. When this young Asian couple, probably college students, approached me.

“Excuse me sir could I ask you a question?” said the guy.

“Sure,” I said.

“Do you suffer from respiratory illnesses?”

“No I don’t.”

“Oh, OK.”

They started to leave but then came back.

“Can I ask you one more question?” he said.

“Sure,” I said.

“Have you ever had to work at a job where there were toxic chemicals?”

“No.”

“Oh. OK.”

“That’s a little bit of an odd question,” I said.

“Yeah. I guess it is. One last question. Do you come from a family of 7 people?”

“Yes actually I do. 5 kids and mother and father.”

 

Having successfully completed yet another inexplicable social interaction with my fellow humans, I return to my rightful place in the shadows.

 

“ALL RIGHT!” he said happily.

“One out of three,” I said.

“The reason I’m asking is because I recently gave my life to Jesus. And His spirit now resides within me. And the other day I had a great vision that I would meet an old guy, who I called Gramps, who suffered from respiratory illnesses, worked with toxic chemicals, and came from a family of 7. And I saw you sitting there and thought you might be the one.”

“Oh,” I said. I guess that explains that. “Well nice meeting you.”

“You too,” he said with a big smile. He high-fjved me happily. And then they left. And I went back to drinking my beer.

I gave up a long time ago trying to figure out what it all means. If anything.

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