We got to talking to Sunny when she was looking for a plug to charge her mobile phone while we were shamelessly abusing free wifi in a cafe. She learned we were from New Zealand and guessed we might possibly know of the pizza place her great-nephew runs in Wellington. We did. It’s Tommy Millions on Courtenay Place and it’s excellent.
But she didn’t guess I would also know the owner. I was in the hostel with him in first year uni, and some law classes. Neither did she guess we could verify the connection on facebook and have him respond within minutes of my message.
These kind of coincidences are increasingly commonplace. But they’re still deserving of wonder.