Tonight, I volunteered to help out at the Dean in 2004 Meetup in my county. Another guy came and sat next to me and we chatted a bit, and it turns out that he is new to the area, and said he had just arrived from Boston. I told him I had lived there, and he knew the name of my (small!) school, and where it was, etc. I thought, “that’s nice, so many people have never heard of Wentworth“. So we chat all night between getting new folks signed up on the mailing list, (50 new people tonight, way cool!) and just as he is leaving, I ask him where he lived back east. Turns out, he not only lived in the town I grew up in, but is best friends with the sister of my high school best friend. How wierd is that?
But wait, there’s more…. After he leaves, a man approaches the table to hand in his letters (we wrote letters to undecided NH voters) and he is wearing two name tags. One is a Hello my name is tag with a goofy name on it, and the other is a Merril Lynch name tag with a first and last name on it. The name is so familiar, so I start asking him questions, like, “is that your real name?”, “Why do I know your name?” He replies, “do you have money?” I don’t have that kind of money, so I keep going… turns out, he was a customer of mine at a small software company in San Diego where I used to do phone support, at a most miserable, underpaid, horrible time in my career. When I asked him if he used the software, his eyes got huge, “Your adhohr! Wow, you look so nice, you were such a bitch on the phone!” Well, I was, you know. That’s why I don’t do that anymore.