It's a damn small world
In thailand, the Man and I were waiting for the boat to take us to a beach party around the cove. There was a couple of other Aussie girls on the beach, waiting for a boat, and we got to talking. We hung out a bit over the next few days and stayed in sporadic contact.
Today, I was telling a story of that beach party to my PostDoc* - how it got rained out and the storm made it impossible for the boats to come or go and how the Man miraculously got his Danger Mouse t-shirt back after leaving it on the beach where one of the Aussie girls found it.
PostDoc says, "That sounds familiar..."
Turns out that she is Aussie girl's best friend!
PostDoc had already heard all about me, just hadn't realised it WAS me until then. And now I have a face to put to all of Aussie Girl's stories about 'her crazy friend Lulu.'
It is a damn small world!!
* well, actually i'm her Research Assistant, but i don't know how else to explain her. She's not the Boss, but she's training me. To do her work.
Today, I was telling a story of that beach party to my PostDoc* - how it got rained out and the storm made it impossible for the boats to come or go and how the Man miraculously got his Danger Mouse t-shirt back after leaving it on the beach where one of the Aussie girls found it.
PostDoc says, "That sounds familiar..."
Turns out that she is Aussie girl's best friend!
PostDoc had already heard all about me, just hadn't realised it WAS me until then. And now I have a face to put to all of Aussie Girl's stories about 'her crazy friend Lulu.'
It is a damn small world!!
* well, actually i'm her Research Assistant, but i don't know how else to explain her. She's not the Boss, but she's training me. To do her work.