small world, part 1
Way back in 1990, my boyfriend (now husband) graduated from college and celebrated by traveling to Europe with one of his brothers. They started in England and then crossed the English Channel on a ferry to France and beyond.
And it was on that boat, somewhere between Dover and Calais, that my husband had an experience that we still talk about decades later.
P was wearing a t-shirt from our alma mater. A young woman walked up to him and said, "[Name of university]? Do you go there?"
He said, "I just graduated from there."
The young woman responded, "Me too!"
They started talking and trying to figure out if they knew each other or had common friends. It turns out that not only had she gone to UVA, but she was also from MY hometown ... and we went to high school together.
And in a bizarre twist, on that same day, nearly 4,000 miles away, I was walking across campus and ran into my high school classmate's younger brother, who I also knew from high school AND he went to the same university.
Seriously, what are the odds of an encounter like that?