One Last Visit

This reminds me of my waitress days, and a similar incident. I used to work at a restaurant at the Jersey shore, right on the boardwalk. Saturday nights in the summer were crazy and the place was packed. I was trying to juggle many customers and there was this one woman who had ordered onion rings. She had scraggly blond hair which looked wet, as if she had been swimming or gotten caught in the rain. Her eye make-up was smeared. She wore a black velvet jacket with jeans and was obviously tipsy. Every time I passed her, she kept asking where her onion rings were. I would assure her they were on the way and continue waiting on the other customers.

Fast forward four years. I was now living in Pennsylvania, and was waiting for my bus at a bus stop. Among the other passengers waiting, I spotted this woman. I rarely forget a face and I recognized her immediately. Then I started to feel uneasy, because she still had the running mascara, the same scraggly hair, and still wore the same black velvet jacket with jeans. It was like she hadn't changed at all from that night at the boardwalk restaurant. Could this have been a ghost?
 
This reminds me of my waitress days, and a similar incident. I used to work at a restaurant at the Jersey shore, right on the boardwalk. Saturday nights in the summer were crazy and the place was packed. I was trying to juggle many customers and there was this one woman who had ordered onion rings. She had scraggly blond hair which looked wet, as if she had been swimming or gotten caught in the rain. Her eye make-up was smeared. She wore a black velvet jacket with jeans and was obviously tipsy. Every time I passed her, she kept asking where her onion rings were. I would assure her they were on the way and continue waiting on the other customers.

Fast forward four years. I was now living in Pennsylvania, and was waiting for my bus at a bus stop. Among the other passengers waiting, I spotted this woman. I rarely forget a face and I recognized her immediately. Then I started to feel uneasy, because she still had the running mascara, the same scraggly hair, and still wore the same black velvet jacket with jeans. It was like she hadn't changed at all from that night at the boardwalk restaurant. Could this have been a ghost?
did anything out of the ordinary, life changing or bad happen after the encounters????? ive heard stories of harbingers of things to come that are similar to this, (different place and years apart is what sets it out from the normal "ghost" type encounter. could be something that makes itself known as a warning to be ready for change.........
 
did anything out of the ordinary, life changing or bad happen after the encounters????? ive heard stories of harbingers of things to come that are similar to this, (different place and years apart is what sets it out from the normal "ghost" type encounter. could be something that makes itself known as a warning to be ready for change.........
Come to think of it, shortly after meeting this woman a lot of stuff happened, of a nearly catastrophic nature. H'm.
 
This reminds me of my waitress days, and a similar incident. I used to work at a restaurant at the Jersey shore, right on the boardwalk. Saturday nights in the summer were crazy and the place was packed. I was trying to juggle many customers and there was this one woman who had ordered onion rings. She had scraggly blond hair which looked wet, as if she had been swimming or gotten caught in the rain. Her eye make-up was smeared. She wore a black velvet jacket with jeans and was obviously tipsy. Every time I passed her, she kept asking where her onion rings were. I would assure her they were on the way and continue waiting on the other customers.

Fast forward four years. I was now living in Pennsylvania, and was waiting for my bus at a bus stop. Among the other passengers waiting, I spotted this woman. I rarely forget a face and I recognized her immediately. Then I started to feel uneasy, because she still had the running mascara, the same scraggly hair, and still wore the same black velvet jacket with jeans. It was like she hadn't changed at all from that night at the boardwalk restaurant. Could this have been a ghost?

Did she ever get her onion rings? If not maybe she's haunting you till she gets them!
 
This reminds me of my waitress days, and a similar incident. I used to work at a restaurant at the Jersey shore, right on the boardwalk. Saturday nights in the summer were crazy and the place was packed. I was trying to juggle many customers and there was this one woman who had ordered onion rings. She had scraggly blond hair which looked wet, as if she had been swimming or gotten caught in the rain. Her eye make-up was smeared. She wore a black velvet jacket with jeans and was obviously tipsy. Every time I passed her, she kept asking where her onion rings were. I would assure her they were on the way and continue waiting on the other customers.

Fast forward four years. I was now living in Pennsylvania, and was waiting for my bus at a bus stop. Among the other passengers waiting, I spotted this woman. I rarely forget a face and I recognized her immediately. Then I started to feel uneasy, because she still had the running mascara, the same scraggly hair, and still wore the same black velvet jacket with jeans. It was like she hadn't changed at all from that night at the boardwalk restaurant. Could this have been a ghost?
Your story reminds me of the vagabond women Jax Teller kept seeing in Sons of Anarchy.
 
Did she ever get her onion rings? If not maybe she's haunting you till she gets them!
Except...I Want My Onion Rings!
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You guys are a riot, ROFLOL! I sure hope I don't see her again! I don't even buy onion rings!
On a more serious note, that's pretty crazy, Garnet. We run into people many times in life, but not like this. I think Paul is onto something with the harbinger aspect. If you had something catastrophic happen afterwards, it makes perfect sense. If not, then for some reason, you were meant to 'bump' into this person a second time...perhaps more. I remember when we were at a mall and i spotted this very strange guy chatting with his shoulder, i got the most uneasy feeling. Normally i would've passed it off to they had mental issues, but felt there was something a tad darker with this guy. I have not seen that dude again, but if i do...i may have to intervene this time.