|Chance encounters in the produce aisle
||[Jun. 2nd, 2009|10:37 pm]
On the way home from work today, I stopped by the grocery store at the bottom of the hill to pick up tortillas (because I forgot them when I went shopping yesterday) and ran into one of my best friends from grade school, Ryan. He looked vaguely familiar, but I know Way Too Many people, and there are a LOT of people who look vaguely familiar to me. It was up to him to recognize me and call me by name.|
It was awesome to see him; we haven't talked in ages. We exchanged phone numbers, and I'm really looking forward to getting back in touch.
It's a happy coincidence; I almost skipped stopping at that store and went to the grocery store in Broomfield instead. If I had, would I still have run into him some other time, because the world is small? He does live just a few blocks away now; that's his local grocery store, and it's the one on my way to work. Would we have reconnected at our 20th high school reunion next year anyway? Or was this the a lucky chance that wouldn't have come again if things had gone differently? Just how contingent are our lives? It kind of gives me vertigo to think about it.