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Friday, November 28, 2008

the world keeps getting smaller and smaller

It almost feels like my past is catching up with me...which can be both good and bad!

Take this morning for instance...I was walking Schwartz and an SUV comes to an abrupt hault nearby. The woman in the passenger seat rolls down her window and asks me if the dog I'm walking is named "Schwartz".


I confirmed her suspicions and she said "Oh we owned him not too long ago." All proud that she was once Schwartz's owner and I'll assume that she was also the one who neglected him before putting him back up for adoption.

I kept strolling along with Schwartz while she tried to talk to me about him, asking me how he was, that he looked good, etc.. I kept a slight smile on my face but inside I was burning up. I wanted to say something, catch her off-guard and out her for the animal abuser that she is. If it had been yesterday when I wasn't as cheery as today, I would have but instead, after about a minute of her trying to have friendly conversation with me, I thanked her for stopping and told her we had to finish up our walk.

Afterwards, I spent several hours just kicking back at home. The kids called me about noon to let me know that they were safe and sound back in town. A little while later, I decided to hit a shoe store that's in a strip mall at the end of my subdivision. It's a store I've been meaning to try because it practically sits alone in this all-but-empty strip mall and I never see anyone go in there and since most of my shoes don't fit me anymore since the accident back in August plus I still have quite a number of shoes a half size too small that I used to fit into before having kids, I decided a little shoe-shopping sale was something I needed to gear my attention on.

Anyway, I go into the store and the owner, a nice-looking woman that looked really familiar, stops and stares at me. She said "Oh my God!", calls me by my name and tells me how I haven't changed a bit (I guess that's a good thing since I'm now 40 and she hasn't seen me since I was 17! But I'm getting ahead of myself!). I'm looking at her, I couldn't place her. It turned out, she and I went to rival high schools, fifteen minutes away from each other and we had met and chatted a few times at parties. She gave me her number and told her to call her sometime so we could hang.

Interesting how things just seem to happen like that, isn't it?!

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Anonymous Giggle Pixie said...

A couple years ago one of my friends and I decided to treat ourselves to a birthday massage (we have birthdays in the same month). She called a place neither of us had ever been to, and when we got there and the masseuse came out to greet us and take one of us back, I realized it was a woman I grew up with from my tiny little hometown. It was nice to see her and catch up a little on our lives, but honestly? It was a little uncomfortable for me getting a massage from her! She and I were never that close as friends and it just felt...weird having her massage me.

Maybe I'm just weird. But I've never gone back to that place. :-)

November 28, 2008 at 5:53 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

It is weird how all the coincidental stuff happens in groups.

November 28, 2008 at 9:38 PM  
Anonymous metalmom said...

The whole time I have been getting shots in my back, I've been cared for by a nurse named Sue. I lived next door to her sister for a few years as a kid. So I naturally asked how she and her family were. She thought I looked familiar only because I have been through the procedures before. On Tuesday, her sister was there visiting her, and we said hello and gushed and hugged and later Sue exclaimed "OMG!! I can't believe you are Teri's daughter!! How did I not know that??" All this time I thought she knew! It is indeed a very small world!

November 28, 2008 at 11:31 PM  
Blogger CSI Seattle said...

Hi there,

Just a thanks for stopping by and the birthday suggestions.


November 29, 2008 at 1:09 AM  

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