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Today I went with my dad to a Chinese restaurant. Good food, I've been there before, it's probably the only Chinese restaurant I've been to tbh. My dad has to take a call before we get in, and I'm following him because I don't know what to do. He tells me to go get a table. I go inside and stand there awkwardly, mentally noting how many old people are there. Like sea of gray in this tiny restaurant. I get a table after a few minutes, sit down by myself, no biggie. My dad comes in and business happens as usual.
When we're done with our food, we get the fortune cookies and my dad got one that correlates to the one he got last time, which was kinda funny. Anyway, nothing out of the ordinary.
The server proceeds to tell us that my grandparents paid for our meals. I have one grandparent (he has a wife) who was in the hospital yesterday. My dad and I are both confused. A few questions later and lo and behold, it was, in-fact, my actual grandpa who was celebrating his birthday. In a completely different county. NOT EVEN 24 HOURS AFTER GETTING RELEASED FROM THE HOSPITAL. WHAT. GRANDPA.
what a weird coincidence.