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In 2003, I did a flight around the world. When I was in Beunos Aires I phoned my niece to let
her know I would be arriving home on the following Friday. She asked what time and I said it would be about
8 pm. She then said, "Oh, that's bad luck. I'm flying out on Friday morning bound for Europe. I won't see
you for a couple of months."
My flight was via Santiago, in Chile, where I was to have a 24 hour stop-over. When I arrived at Santiago
airport, I made a sudden change of plans. Instead of staying overnight in Santiago, I changed my flight
arrangements and was able to fly out that same day after a 10-hr wait at the airport. Everything went ok
and I got into Hobart about 8 pm Thursday.
I immediately went to my niece's home. When I got to her front door I didn't knock but instead used my
cellphone to call her. We chatted for a few minutes about missing each other and when we were likely to
see each other again. Then I knocked on the door.
"Oh! There's a knock at the door," she said. "What a nuisance calling at this time of night."
"That's ok," I said, "I don't mind waiting. Go and see who's there. You never can tell who it might be.
You might get a big surprise."
She opened the door and she got a big surprise.
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