Coincidence

 In my car:

I wrote once before about coincidences, which of course are just that. There is no hidden meaning to them. They happen.

I was stuck in a traffic jam for half an hour on Narellan Road, Campbelltown, on my way to Macarthur Astronomical Society's dark sky observing site at The Oaks. I found myself crawling along for most of this time behind a car with number plates so closely identical to ours, which must have been registered a few seconds before our car was.

Nothing important, just sayin'.