“Three years ago, it was just another day as I stopped at Publix on my way home from work to pick up some groceries. After checking out, I walked out of the store and unlocked my white Jeep Cherokee.
As I was walking towards my car, I noticed the rear door on the passenger’s side was open, and there was a guy standing behind it. At first, I thought he was trying to steal my car or rob me. But when I got a little closer, I noticed he was actually unloading his groceries into it.
I was scared as I hesitantly approached him and said, “Um hi.”
He said, “Hi,” and looked at me as if I was the one out of place and continued to unload his groceries. Then I said, “Um, this is my car.”
He laughed at me like I was crazy and replied, “No, it’s not, it’s mine.” I hit the lock button on my car keys to show him that it was definitely my car.
His face turned white as he looked around completely disoriented. He apologized and explained that he had the exact same white Jeep Cherokee. He clicked the lock button on his own keys, and realized that his car was parked right next to mine. We both felt so awkward that we just started laughing.
To make light of the situation I said, “You can leave your groceries though, I’ll be happy to take them.” He responded, “Only if you’re going to make me dinner with them.” A few weeks later, I made him dinner at my place and the rest is history.
People don’t always believe us when we tell them our story, but we can’t make this stuff up. It was just meant to be.”