It's a small world, after all
I've been thinking about small-world stories. We've all got them. Lately I seem to be hearing a lot of them.
My best small-world story: At Bryn Mawr, I had a good friend named Catherine (well, she's still a friend, of course, because she is lovely). Our junior year we lived in the same dorm a few doors away from each other. We were just chatting one night and I happened to mention that I'd just spoken on the phone to my best childhood friend. She asked where my friend was at school, and I said UW-Eau Claire. She said, oh goodness, I have a friend who goes to school there, too. Catherine was not from Wisconsin but she had been a camp counselor there a few summers and met her friend there. I said that my friend had just gotten engaged. She said what a coincidence, my friend did, too.
We just looked at each other. Yeah, it turned out that her friend and my friend were engaged TO EACH OTHER.
My parents have awesome small-world stories from all their days of RV traveling. The best one was when they were in some RV park far away (don't remember where). But my dad was walking the dog and he ran into another RVer who was also from Wisconsin. Actually it turned out he was also from Janesville, our hometown, and he and my dad had been acquainted previously as they'd both worked for the city. This was enough of a small-world coincidence, but it got better. Other Guy said that he hardly ever ran into other Wisconsinites, but that once he had met a young guy from Wisconsin at a parade in Texas. The young guy was wearing a Badgers ball cap. Other Guy said he struck up a conversation with Young Guy, and it turns out that Young Guy was from Janesville, too. He was in Texas for Navy training. And his name was Tommy.
My dad was like, "Um...that was our son."
Yeah. This guy from Janesville had randomly run into my brother AND my parents in two different far-flung locales, years apart.
Share your best small-world story!