I live in a
city of over a million, very densely populated and with loads of buildings,
apartments, lofts, houses, abodes, lodgings, accommodations. Hotels, yes, also
a multitude of hotels. And hostels! And couch surfers! Millions of beds to rest at
the end of the day!
Now, how is
it in heaven possible that the Australian guy who crossed the hemisphere to
move here just two months ago, who I met last week and went on a date with last night, how is it for heaven´s sake possible that of
all the apartments in this city of over a million he happens to live in the one right above
my ex?!
His bedroom
exactly above my ex´s ??!! Not even, like, one on the 1st floor and
the other on the 4th, nop! Same street, same building, same
staircase, one on the 2nd floor, the other on the 3rd.
Statistically…how
many chances, really?!
It´s clear
that someone, somewhere, has a great sense of humor (including
me, because each time I think of it, I have to laugh).
Oh boy.
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