I distinctly remember shortly after I moved to Vancouver, feeling very much like an outsider, because I hardly knew anybody. Back in Calgary, run-intos were pretty common-place. You could rely on running into somebody you knew at the club, at the mall, downtown or where ever, maybe one time in a month. When I first moved to Vancouver, I remember thinking, “I’ll never run into anyone I know again”
Well, this weekend was an absolute freak show of running into people. In addition to the run-into mentioned in the previous post, I also happened to run into an old actuarial buddy outside the bar on Saturday night. Furthermore, on Sunday, the girl who I was relieving at the store had her friend come by and meet her as she was leaving. Turns out her friend is also a friend of mine and the wife* of a friend from Hewitt. So random. I had even met the girl from the store before, years ago at a poker game, although neither of us had remembered it.
[* I cannot believe I am reaching a point in my life where I have to refer to people as “wife” instead of “girlfriend”]
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