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I don't often get cause to use the titular word, but it's well-deserved in this case.

On the way home from work, I decided to stop off at Sweetbay (local grocer) to pick up some sandwich stuff. I parked on the far side of the lot, and as I approached the store, I noticed an old roadster (with that distinct 1920s-1940s design) parked in one of the handicapped spots just out in front of the store. I paused for a moment to admire it, and debated going back to the car for my phone (which I'd left plugged in, playing an MP3 stream in the car) so I could get a picture. I decided against it, and went inside and did my shopping.

At the checkout, I noticed that the older guy two spots in front of me in the express lane was wearing a very distinct "hot rods, rat rods, and custom street rods" shirt. I deduced that this just had to be the owner of that car I'd seen parked out front. I followed him out to his vehicle, and complimented him on it. Talked about it for a couple of minutes with him, which he seemed to enjoy. Turns out it was a fully custom 1924 roadster by a company no longer in existence (I've forgotten the name) one of only 19 in the USA. His daily driver, as a matter of fact.

This unplanned (but not unpleasant) delay turned out to have an unexpected consequence.

When I pulled into my parking space at home, a well-dressed older fellow in a Lexus walked up to me. I'm a little cautious of well-dressed white men I don't know (they could be layers!) so I was a little defensive at first. But it turned out that this fellow actually was going to do something very nice for me. He was the owner a of an 1985 gold 300SDL that someone rear-ended and utterly totaled while he was stopped at a red light, and he wanted to find a new home for the parts that he'd accumulated over the years. Canisters of R12, oil, filters, all sorts of odd parts.

He was the original owner, bought that SDL new and put over 460,000 miles on it, and it was still running flawlessly when it got killed. And he said he was still mourning its loss, four months later.

We talked for 15 minutes or so about our mutual fondness for those old tanks. There's something special about getting into a conversation with someone who really knows these cars… and 27 years of owning one certainly qualifies. I gave him my contact information so that he could get ahold of me and we could meet somewhere where he could bring me the parts.

And thus the serendipity: if I had no stopped to admire that old roadster and speak to its owner, I wouldn't have been in a position in traffic for this guy to notice my car, and follow me to make this offer and talk with me. Life literally did a 180 on me, I went from lavishing praise and lust onto someone else's vehicle, to having someone appreciate mine. Which is a truly wonderful thing.



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Nov. 18th, 2012 07:48 pm (UTC)
/gasps/HE LIVES~!!

anyway...that would definitely constitute the title if you ask me...^__^
Nov. 18th, 2012 07:53 pm (UTC)

I know, it's as perfect an example of it as watching the cops pull over someone who's just cut you off is of Schadenfreude.

Dec. 25th, 2012 08:42 pm (UTC)

Maybe more like karma? Casting bread upon the waters?
Doing unto others?

Whatever, it worked.

Are you still pumping gas and such? Running a server?

Happy holidays, Merry Christmas, or whatever works for you.

Dec. 26th, 2012 10:04 pm (UTC)
That's not how karma works. Karma works by repaying every moment of joy in life with an equal amount of pain.
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