One of my younger colleagues was run over by a bike recently. As she described it, no one was really at fault (some poor bus stop positioning). The cyclist was injured, she was injured. She actually had to go to A&E to check nothing was broken. But in the end, all was well though she was a bit battered and bruised. As a cyclist, I always feel responsible for the actions of all cyclists so I was pleased to hear that the cyclist was very nice and no hard feelings on either side.
Actually she and the cyclist stayed in touch to check on each’s recovery and the other day over coffee she showed the rest of the team their whatsapp correspondence. Looking at the profile picture another young colleague said, “Wait a minute, I know him, he is really nice he’s in my dance class!”
We rarely have such small world coincidences here. On the other hand, the lady whose company we will likely engage to renovate our kitchen, and who attends the same church as we do, is the sister of one of my husband’s fraternity brothers (40+ years ago). How’s that?
Pretty good Karen, you’re well on your way to being Irish. I heard two Indian young women at a cafe the other day moaning that Irish people always ask where you are from. We do. “But,” she added “they do it to Irish people too.” We do. We always want to find whether we might know someone in common whether you’re from Bangalore or Bantry.
I think the 3 degrees of separation thing can be wild… my husband who was based in Brussels, went on a language course in Hamburg. He met a Polish lady, married to a gentleman who lived 50 yards from my mother in the north of England……they shared a gardener!
Love this!