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February 16 Small World It's been rainy and windy here lately, so I was not surprised last week when I met a stranger in the bathroom at my therapist's office who was soaked through because the wind had snapped her umbrella and rendered it useless. Her hair was done for (though I lied and told her it looked okay) and her pants needed a go in the spin cycle. She was angry at her umbrella, but I don't think you can blame the umbrella. An umbrella in the South on a gusty day is the tool of the optimist. The realist simply resigns himself to getting wet and leaves the umbrella in the car.
Leaving the office, I made an impromptu stop at a Starbucks that I never visit. Yes, I was living, really living! I recognized the employee taking my order as the same guy who had given me a massage about a year ago. We talked, turns out he is a massage therapist who makes coffee at Starbucks too. Then, the barista handed me my decaf skinny mocha and I recognized her as a fellow patient at physical therapy. We talked awhile and I left, pondering the coincidence of knowing both of the Starbucks employees from different times and places.
Arriving at Tire Kingdom, my final destination, I looked up and spotted the still soaked lady from the therapy office. I told her about meeting two acquaintances at the Starbucks and laughed that I was seeing her again on the same day. I told her I was claiming it as a good omen.
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