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Remember when you were a kid how those big jumping toys were the coolest things that ever happened to you?

Well, remember how whenever you think about them now that you're an adult, they're still the coolest things ever? Fortunately, Jeffro and I remembered this over the summer, and decided to take action and do the coolest thing ever, and go to Kangaroo Zoo, which might as well be called heaven on freaking earth.

We walk in and are instantly surrounded by huge blow up toys with animals attached--A dream come true. Unfortunately, we are most definitely twice as tall as anyone else. We boldly walk up to the desk, where the lady takes our money and asks us how old we are. (Guess what? They don't have an age limit!) After a bit of small talk, she discovers where Jeffro and I are going to school, and she informs us that she's going there as well. Finally she lets us in and we begin to have the time of our lives.

If you've never been surrounded by a bunch of blow up toys and four year olds, and this sounds appealing to you (in a non pedophile way) then by all means, go to Kangaroo Zoo. I won't go into all the details about the jumping, sliding, flipping, bouncing, and playing, for it would only make you jealous. No, the real story happens later.

After we got exhausted by all the jumping, sliding, flipping, bouncing, and playing, we went to play mini golf in the darkened mini golf room. We walk in and see a group of people, one of whom steps up to us and asks us if we're the ones going to college soon, then informs us that he's going up there too. (Is everyone in the entire world at the same college?) We say how cool we think that is (what else can you say?) and go our separate ways.

The end. Great story, eh?

Oh but wait, I left out the part about how today in freshmen orientation we were supposed to say something we liked, and when it came to Jeffro who said she liked Kangaroo Zoo, the kid sitting next to me freaked out because apparently he worked there and then he got this look in his eyes like he knew something and he asked us "WAIT. Were you the girls in the mini golf?"

Uh . . . Yes?

What are the odds that out of close to 1,500 people who are enrolled in this freshmen orientation class, we would be in the SAME EXACT ONE as this kid?

Freak if that isn't a coincidence, I don't know what is.