OK, so I started working at Trimble Navigation in September. I work in a group of 5 mechanical engineers, and we all sit in the same area. After a few days on the job one of these guys walks into my cube and says...
"Do you know Maria?".
I ponder, how in the hell?..."Uhhh, yeah?", I say.
"I thought so, are you two still together?".
"Uh-yeeeeaaaahhh."
"No way!", he says,"I thought that was you and when I heard your name I was like, wait a minute..."
So, this guy, named Shel, was one of Maria's good friends Freshman year at Santa Clara. She hadn't talked to him in 5 years, and here he is, working about 10 feet away, across the hall. That was weird.
This is even better.
So this other guy in my group is older, I'd say mid 40's, and he went to SCU as well. He told me today that he grew up 3 blocks from SCU, and I happen to know that Maria grew up a few blocks from SCU. So I asked him where he grew up, and he tells me the exact address.....SO it turns out the this guy, Martin, who sits right next to me, grew up in a house that was 2 doors down from where Maria's Grandparents lived, and her dad grew up. And the house that was between the two was Martin's Grandparent's house. So, Martin's extended family has known Maria's extended family for, oh, about 40 years?!?! WTF is going on here? Oh yeah, so Martin's last name is Bringuel...if that helps. He remembers going to the barber shop run by the mafia next door to the Little Professor bottle shop that Maria's grandpa and dad owned. Specifically, he remembers the group of older men sitting at the back table talking in Italian and every once in a while somebody coming in and saying the FBI were across the street again staking the place out...Again.
That's my day, and now I am afraid to go out to lunch because I'll most likely meet Maria's long lost twin sister working at Taco Bell.