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.