I'm helping some older lady open some accounts at work, I finish things up, hand her my business card, and she says my last name PERFECTLY. I'm like, wow, you must know someone, because nobody ever gets my name on the first shot.
And she looks at me funny..and says "Well....it's tragic really. I know the name from when we lived in Yonkers."
I say,"Well...we ARE from Yonkers. What do you mean exactly??"
She says "Well, the family who lived next door to me, they had a boy who had passed away far too young. It was extremely sad."
"Do you remember his first name?"
"Yes, I do. His name was Tommy."
"Wow....yea that's my uncle. I mean, I obviously never met him, but....yea that was my father's brother. There were 4 children after Tommy"
-Now, I'm like holy ****...this is so crazy. like, textbook "it's a small world" kind of situation.....but, this lady barely flinched....shes like....oh wow, well...nice to meet you.
That's nuts. Kind of like how I found out that the grandmother of this one girl I hooked up with grew up across the street from my mom, lol.
And for some clarification, the girl I hooked up with was only a few years younger than me... Her grandmother is just young.