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charliesmum) wrote2006-12-21 07:38 pm
charliesmum) wrote2006-12-21 07:38 pm
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Coincidence, the humour of the universe
Someone, I'm not sure who but Terry Pratchett has quoted this a few times, has said that there are only something like 500 real people in the world, which is why they keep running into each other. Sometimes, it really seems like it is true.
Like I said in my last post, I am aquainted with Chris and Steve, one of the couples interviewed in the article, and, even though we aren't on more than a 'hey, how are you doing' kind of a friendship, we do constantly cross paths. The oddest one was when I saw my friend's sister at the Collingswood Farmer's Market walking with her new girlfriend and her girlfriend's friends, Steve and Chris.
There are plenty of other little moments, too. For example, In my first job in New York, I worked with this guy who, not only was best friends during college with a girl I'd gone to acting class with during grade school, and was very good friends with, but his brother had been engaged to a girl I'd gone to college with.
And, prior to that, when I was in college, there was a girl in my speech class whose family was really good friends with one of MY good friend's family. Understand, the town where I grew up was very big. I had over 700 people in my graduating class alone. What are the odds of meeting someone in college who knew someone I'd gone to high school with?
This one, though, is my favorite story.
I was introduced to my friend Anna Freshman year of college because she'd spent her high school years in England, going to an American high school in High Wicombe. Naturally everyone who knew me knew I'd enjoy knowing her.
Anna and I hit it off right away, had one of those hours long conversation where we kept saying 'oh my god, me too!' Eventually she asked me where I was from, and I told her. (big town, remember)
"Oh my God!" she squealed, "My friend Kathy (lastname) was from Cherry Hill." Kathy had transferred to Anna's high school in England after her freshman year.
I knew Kathy. I went to her going-away party. Anna saw photos of me four years before we'd ever met. Weird, isn't it?
So, what about you? Any good stories about 1 in 100 chance meetings?
PS. Icon has nothing to do with anything. I just like it.
Like I said in my last post, I am aquainted with Chris and Steve, one of the couples interviewed in the article, and, even though we aren't on more than a 'hey, how are you doing' kind of a friendship, we do constantly cross paths. The oddest one was when I saw my friend's sister at the Collingswood Farmer's Market walking with her new girlfriend and her girlfriend's friends, Steve and Chris.
There are plenty of other little moments, too. For example, In my first job in New York, I worked with this guy who, not only was best friends during college with a girl I'd gone to acting class with during grade school, and was very good friends with, but his brother had been engaged to a girl I'd gone to college with.
And, prior to that, when I was in college, there was a girl in my speech class whose family was really good friends with one of MY good friend's family. Understand, the town where I grew up was very big. I had over 700 people in my graduating class alone. What are the odds of meeting someone in college who knew someone I'd gone to high school with?
This one, though, is my favorite story.
I was introduced to my friend Anna Freshman year of college because she'd spent her high school years in England, going to an American high school in High Wicombe. Naturally everyone who knew me knew I'd enjoy knowing her.
Anna and I hit it off right away, had one of those hours long conversation where we kept saying 'oh my god, me too!' Eventually she asked me where I was from, and I told her. (big town, remember)
"Oh my God!" she squealed, "My friend Kathy (lastname) was from Cherry Hill." Kathy had transferred to Anna's high school in England after her freshman year.
I knew Kathy. I went to her going-away party. Anna saw photos of me four years before we'd ever met. Weird, isn't it?
So, what about you? Any good stories about 1 in 100 chance meetings?
PS. Icon has nothing to do with anything. I just like it.
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does that count?