I was on my way to Ocean Beach to watch the moonset. A friendly-looking gray-haired guy was standing at a bus stop in the deep Richmond, and I pulled over. I knew right away that our paths had crossed before.
He was going to the VA hospital just a few blocks away.
"I am pretty sure I have met you or seen you before."
"Uhhh.." He didn't seem to recognize me.
"Do you work with the public?"
"No, but I used to own a café."
"It was on Page and Octavia-"
"That's it!" I suddenly saw him standing behind the counter of that café with a friendly smile on his face. I recognized this image as a memory of mine. "I used to come in there all the time!"
"Ah. What a coincidence."
"I used to come in there for a bagel with sun-dried tomato cream cheese all the time." It is true.
"You're making me hungry for some coffee or tea."
When I dropped him off, I said "It was nice to see you again."
"It was nice to see you again too. Coincidence."
This was the second time he talked about a coincidence. But I knew that it wasn't a coincidence because earlier that morning I had been tired and cranky, and I had asked the universe to lead me to a better-feeling place. And after this encounter, I was feeling better.