It's A Very Small World

Monday night I went to work at my second job. I work as a technician in a retail pharmacy. Mondays are our busiest days & recently our pharmacy has really increased the number of scripts it fills. As a result, the company has been sending us a 'floater' pharmacist every Monday to help cover the busiest part of the day. Some recent Mondays we have been so busy that I have hardly had the opportunity to ask the floater what their name is, let alone have any time to chat. This Monday we were actually a little slow. The floater was a lady I had never worked with before & her name was Carmen. She had a lovely accent & I had kind of assumed that she was Latino. When I got a chance, I asked her where she was from. Turns out, she is from Romania. I told her that I only ever knew one other person from Romania, a girl that I shared a mailbox with in college. Then I said her name b/c I always thought that she had the loveliest first name - Simona. Carmen kind of stared at me for a second & then asked me to repeat her name. So I said, "Her name was Simona B~." Carmen's mouth fell open & then she proceeded to tell me that when her family lived in Romania they attended the church that Simona's father pastored & that she had even taught Simona in Sunday School when she was little. CAN YOU BELIEVE THAT? How funny! I haven't seen Simona since graduation from Northland & Carmen hasn't seen her since she was a little girl so it's not like it's a close connection, but still! I thought the story was very blog-worthy ;-)