A needle in a haystack

Another beautiful December Summer day in the southern hemisphere. Kirk and I were sitting in another cafe in Manly, Sydney's beach area across the harbor.

A young woman was our waitress and gave us most kind attention. We immediately noticed her accent was not Australian and sounded a lot like us. Upon inquiring her nationality, she informed us she was Canadian from Vancouver.

While giving us our check she said, "Wait, I know you guys."

How would she know us, we wondered.

"Were you guys in Vancouver about a year ago?" she asked us.

Well, yes, we were in Vancouver last July for my birthday.

"Yeah, I remember you guys now. I waited on you in Vancouver where I was working at the time."

Wow. I couldn't believe it. What are the chances of that happening?

After giving her a generous tip, I said to her:

"Well, maybe we'll see you in Hong Kong next."

Tarot for Breakfast

So there we were. It was a sunny morning in Darling Harbor, Sydney. Kirk and I were sitting down at a cafe for breakfast before heading off to another day of the Mind, Body, Spirit exhibition at the Sydney Convention Center nearby.

Consistent with our usual morning ritual, while waiting for our breakfast to be served, we pulled out the Tarot cards and started doing readings for each other. No sooner had the Three of Wands been revealed did the owner of the cafe request a Tarot reading.

So I stood there at the counter and drew cards to asker the restaurant owner's questions about, live, love and money. No sooner had I finished his reading when one of waitresses asks for a reading. Kirk pulled out his Voyager Tarot cards and gave her a few ideas of how her next few weeks might go. Then, a waiter came over to our table and wanted a turn at the cards as well.

When everyone had been taken care of and I went to pay the bill, the owner had already torn it up. "Breakfast is on me," he said with a grim.