It's a small world in Chicago

Tonight was the third time in two weeks that I ran into someone in Chicago that didn't belong here. Meaning, I know they don't live in Chicago, but they happen to be visiting and standing on the same street as me at the same time. Two weeks ago, it was a Wellesley girl visiting from San Francisco. I hadn't seen here in five years, but I happened to notice her. Then a few days ago I was chatting with Judy, and she said that Reed was in Chicago visiting a girl. So I said, "Oh ok, then I won't bother calling him." Then I go to TNDC and who should be at the same bar as me? Reed! We both shouted, "Oh my god!" at the same time. Then tonight, OB and I were walking to the supermarket (yes, it's 24 hours), and we run into his frat brother Troy, who belongs in New York. But he's here visiting for the weekend. Is it just luck or is this world really small?