Greetings from The Land of Freakish Coincidences

Today we visited a local car dealership to check out some potential replacements for the LazyMamaMobile, which at almost 9 years old is starting to show its age a little (aren't we all?). We walk into the dealership and are immediately accosted by a salesperson who looks vaguely familiar. But before we have time to mull over where we know him from, we're hailed from across the room by a couple we knew when we lived in Cleveland several years ago, whom we haven't seen in almost three years. They, too, are looking for a car, and with a population of 50,000 people in the two towns where we live, the four of us happened to end up in the same car dealership on the same day at the same time. Small world.

Back with the salesman, we do the usual car dealership tapdance, arrange to have a test drive, and pull out with him waving to us from the parking lot. During the test drive we discuss the merits of the car, and I mention that he looked familiar, like one of the people who used to work at the company we worked for when we first moved to Cleveland. Jason isn't so sure, and we drop the topic in favor of a spirited discussion of wind noise and cup holder convenience. I notice as we drive by that the sign in front of a local church says that coincidence is when God wishes to remain anonymous.

Back in the dealership we wind things up with the salesman, who gives us his card ... and it is, indeed, the guy from work. Yup, it's a very small world sometimes, 50,000 people or not.