Talk about a freaky Friday! Rather than try and work out a comprehensible way of describing what happened to encourage me to draw this conclusion, I shall summarise in point form:
Before continuing however, please note that I live in a different city and state to the one in which I grew up, and to get to my home town, you'd need to head south and continue driving for about 17 hours.
Before continuing however, please note that I live in a different city and state to the one in which I grew up, and to get to my home town, you'd need to head south and continue driving for about 17 hours.
- I take a call from a broker
- My computer freezes and we chat about random things
- I discover that this broker got married in a town about 1 hour north of my home town & that her husband grew up in this area
- My computer continues to be uncooperative so I say I'll call her back
- I am finally able to search for her email, and recognise her surname
- When I call her back I mention that I worked with a lady with the same surname
- She asks me what this lady's name is ... It's her sister-in-law!!!
Do any of you have any small world stories to share?
5 comments:
Don't tell me you're from the NSW south coast... That would just be too weird for words!
I'm living about 15 hours away from the town I grew up in, but every single day at Uni I see someone from my hometown. Not an exaggeration. We are everywhere...
So weird!
I've tagged you - http://www.thatrandomleila.com/2009/06/meme-ories.html
I am from the NSW south coast, Girl. Freaky.
I'm suprised I haven't bumped into anyone I went to school with up here in Brisbane. So many of us live up here.
my life is a small world story, considering I live two hours from where I went to school from 3rd to 12th grade. Hopefully I will get out of here soon, and THEN be able to tell these kinds of stories :)
My whole life seems to be a small world story! Probably to do with the fact that I hang out with people I've known in various ways since I was 3. Mr. J is someone I never knew and yet the first apartment block I lived in as a small child was right behind his childhood home, my auntie's husband's mother was friends with his grandmother, and much more...
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