It's a Teenchy Little World

Tapping away on my snazzy little Asus EeePC, writing an earth-shattering post about a movie I love (ok, so perhaps it's not earth-shattering), I am disturbed by a phonecall from Mr Doyle, who wonders where on the bus I am sitting. Why? Well, apparently some weirdo on Twitter has spotted me in the real world. I look around and see no faces I recognise (which is odd, I guess, as I get this bus quite often). I look around again and fail to notice the Fluffy badge on a young, bespectacled face a few rows back. I give up in my search, I tell Doyle to go away and stop bothering me, and I return to my blog post.

Moments later, the polite, bespectacled person is beside me, excuses himself and asks if the seat beside me is free. I spot the mark of the devil blogger upon his lapel – the Fluffy badge (I got to get me one of those) and I finally get to meet the Shanachie face to face.

We chatted easily and freely (a certain group blog featured heavily in the conversation) and the journey flew by. We mentioned a potential meet at some stage as discussed here already and then we said goodbye. His farewell of “Sorry if I freaked you out” as he descended the stairs garnered a number of odd looks for my fellow passengers, which just added to my enjoyment.

Mr Shanachie, Sir, it was a pleasure meeting you. I am actually fairly sure I have spotted you before around town and next time, I'll be sure to say hello.

Update: I posted this prior to reading the Shanachie's post. Tee, and furthermore, hee!

It's a small world

I went to visit a friend in Gorey today. I only know her and one other couple there. Unless Wexican Alleged Comedian lives there, in which case I'd better mention him as he's touchy like that...

Anyway, I was trying to leave, bit got delayed by my daughter having one of her trademark tantrums, then getting clawed by a kitten and wailing so loudly that I wouldn't get near her to comfort her as the baby would scream with fear if I either got too close to the horrible noise, or tried to put him down in the other room. My friend had no first aid except plasters and the pain in my back from holding the baby the while was so exhausting, I was tempted to just run away.

Anyhoo, the point being, I left later than planned, and drove out of the estate, down the road, stopped in traffic, looked up, and there's my two friends getting out of their car. Mad.

Do people who know each other gravitate towards each other? How do you explain the converging series of events that caught to the same place at exactly the same time?

I know people who went to see the Grand Canyon, stopped away from the main car park to enjoy the solitude, but were annoyed to see a small van approaching across the emptiness. The can parked beside their car, a guy got out and said 'Anne, Mike!' - it was a friend from Ireland.