Microwave
So I went into the garage Saturday to do my laundry and sitting there, next to the washing machine, were two microwaves. One was our old broken one. Sitting on top of it was a microwave I'd never seen before, plugged in and fully functional. Keep in mind that we already have a fully functional microwave in a much more microwave-appropriate place (i.e. the kitchen?) so I thought that was kind of weird...but my parents are a bit strange sometimes so I forgot about it.
Anyway, Sunday night my mom asks me if my dad had told me about the microwave.
Okay, so my parents recycle their cans. They crush them and put them in a box in the backyard. One day, they had discovered that someone had stolen all of them. They were a bit irritated, but whatever. A few days later, they came home to find a microwave sitting in our driveway. It was in a box and it was in perfect working condition. wtf.
I miss so much when I don't go home.