We all know it’s a small world. The song says so.
But sometimes the universe puts a big ol’ exclamation point on it.
I flew home to New York City late Saturday after a trip to Chicago and got in the cab, prepared to doze during the drive home.
My cabbie had a different idea.
You see, he was a talker. He asked about my trip, what I did for a living, where my hometown was. Since I’m a talker, I reluctantly abandoned the nap and chatted with him instead.
(He had a French accent, so it wasn’t a hardship.)
Turns out my NYC cab driver, who hails from a French colony in Africa, attended Southern Illinois University and had a roommate from Paducah, Kentucky — a stone’s throw from my own hometown.
Coincidence? Sure…but what a fun one!