One of my dearest friends is Brad. We met in Sydney almost thirty years ago when we worked for the same company. We shared an office and we hit it off straight away and spent a lot of time together over the next few years. He’s just a lovely funny guy. After about five years we both left Sydney and moved away in different directions. He went coastal, we went dustbowl. But we still usually see each other once a year. Never a planned thing but he works for the forestry department so he usually heads up our way about this time of the year because it’s bushfire season. And he’s one of those friends that when you see him, it’s like you saw him yesterday. We just pick up from the last time. He turns up at the door and there’s no big deal, it’s just – you want a coffee? And last week when it was really hot I thought to myself, must be about time to see Brad again.
Anyway, on Monday I finally got to go to the dermatologist after my nine month wait. We had to go to Toronto which is a one hour, thirty minute drive away. And while I was in there Daz sent me a text message saying – Brad waiting, how long will you be. And I was like, well that doesn’t sound like Daz, because he’s usually very patient. I thought he’d made a typo and had meant to say – Bored waiting, how long will you be?
So I ignored him. And of course when I left the building, there he was with Brad. Daz said he was standing on the footpath and this ute pulled up and he heard someone yell out – Hey Daz, what are you doing standing on the footpath in Toronto? And it’s funny because Brad lives about two hours drive away in the opposite direction to us. He was just there that morning for work reasons.
Love random moments like that.