Anyone superstitious

[the ferret]

When I was 17, I used to drag the phone on the extension out onto the front porch and chat to my chic.
Every night an old guy would ride past on his bike, a ladies bike, following was a border collie, the old guy was about 70 and always had a white bag over his shoulder , it ha a logo on it "Dingo flour"
The old guy was a spastic and had no use of his left arm, the bike had the old rams horn handle bars and the headlight was a red casing.
I would wave, and he would nod as he couldn't let go of the handlebars
One evening, another dog ran out and attacked the old guy, he fell off and broke both arms, his head was bloodied and the dog was very protective.
His two king browns in the bag were smashed.
I managed to get to him and put a pillow under his head, Mum had rung for the Ambulance, we waited for about half an hour and the Ambulance took him away, I looked after the dog.
Two days later we heard he had died.

Forward 40 years:
I pulled my truck into the Maddington tavern to grab smokes and a six pack, locked the truck, went to the drivein counter, there were two king browns on the counter in a brown paper bag, as I was paying for my beer and smokes, an old guy rocked up on a ladies bike, spastic, white bag over the shouder, border collie beside, yes , on the bag "Dingo flour "and red headlight and ramshorn handlebars
He was a dead ringer for the old guy of 40 years ago, nothing was said, the counter hop just placed the two king browns in the old guys bag, never took any money and the old guy and his dog just faded away into the evening.
Far out I thought.
Got back to the truck, unlocked and jumped up, went to put the sixpack on the passenger seat, there were the two king browns.
It has taken me years to work this one out, I guess I'll never understand, but for sure, there is something out there that we don't understand.
Cheers, the ferret.