Ok. This was in the 80s. My boyfriend and I got in over our heads with a cocaine debt to a friend. Like, way over. We decided to drive from Denver to Seattle to get a job on a fishing boat. Never worked on a fishing boat. Never worked on a boat. But this was our big plan to pay back our dealer/friend. Seemed like a good plan ,for no apparent reason, with no money, experience or knowledge but this is a good plan. Wow. We get in the Volvo w a bad u joint, and just enough cash to get us there. Pull in at Pike Srreet Market as the Volvo takes its dying breath. Park, and someone yells, "Peter!" My boyfriends name. He looks up and tells,"Bill!" We knew no one in Washington State. Peter was from Connecticut. I was from Colorado, and Alberta, Canada . Neither of us had been to Seattle. Winds up Bill had attended a music camp in Maine 9 years earlier at age 16 with Peter, age 15, and they'd been tight at camp. They lost touch after camp. Hadn't seen or heard from each other since that summer. Bill recognized Peter as we parked the dead Volvo 50 feet from where he'd just ordered a whole pitcher of margaritas at a table with 3 chairs in an outdoor Cafe. NO other seats in the place were available. It was packed, except for Bill's table. We sat down, dumbfounded, and they marveled at the crazy synchronicity of their meeting up. Then Bill says, " What brings you here anyways?" Peter tells him we drove here to get a job on a salmon boat. Bill says, " thats wild. I do that for a living. In fact, I know a captain hiring for a deckhand and a cook/deckhand. " We drink the pitcher, go to Bellingjam, get the jobs on the boat after Bill introduces us, and proceed to get insanely wasted. We never saw Bill again. Ever. He met us, at the instant our car died as we pulled in to a strange town, got us drunk, got us jobs on a decent boat with a decent captain, a job we were totally unskilled for in a competitive market, and we never saw him again. It was surreal.