Kåre Fiedler Christiansen <news@[EMAIL PROTECTED]
> hit the keyboard.
Afterwards the following was on the screen:
> On Fri, 09 May 2008 23:57:31 +0200, Rasmus Bøg Hansen wrote:
>
>> Hi
>>
>> A couple of sightings, not really interinsting alone, they just came
>> together...
>>
>> On my way home from job I read in the newspaper that Copenhagen put up
>> some garbage bins that thanks when people donate trash to them. "On the
>> road to GPP and the Heart of Gold doors," I thought...
>>
>> A short time after I was stranded at a bus stop waiting for a bus 10
>> minutes late. In the meantime I read the instructions for getting "next
>> bus" information by sms - type in the bus stop number. I looked around
>> in the bus stop and realised I was in bus stop 42.
>>
>> Then I picked up our car from the mechanic - who lives in road number
>> 42.
>>
>> I am still a bit confuzzled - this can't just be a coincidence. I dare
>> you say it was a coincidence!
>
> All right. It was a coincidence.
If it was a coincidence, then my name, is not Agrajag!!!
Oh wait, it MIGHT actually have been a coincidence then...
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