As I was working on this, the woman next to me on the plane started chatting me up about Photoshop. Then she was talking about the jewelry/wedding business (with which she is apparently involved. Unclear.)

Then she asked me if I was from Boston. No, Michigan. Really? Where in Michigan? Grand Rapids. No kidding? We are, too!

So odd. It turns out she's in Wealthy St. Bakery fairly often and thinks she may have seen me there. Small world.

This seems like the sort of thing that is more likely to happen to you. I think you're rubbing off on me :)