Sometimes, it really is a small world

[gnomi]

(As readers here may remember, my parents are spending the month in Israel and are headquartered in Jerusalem. They just called, and we had the following conversation.)

Me: Hi! Isn't it late there?

Abba: Hi! Yes, it is late. We called you to play a guessing game.

Me: OK, lay it on me.

Abba: Guess who we ran into in the Central Bus Station?

Me: *thinks a minute* zachkessin?

Abba: Got it in one.

Abba and Ima met cousins of Abba's for dinner tonight and then took the cousins back to the bus station. While they were waiting for the bus (and while Abba had wandered off to the men's room), Ima was approached by zachkessin and kmelion.

Small, small world indeed.

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[zsero.livejournal.com]

Some years ago, I decided to treat myself to dinner at Le Marais. And as I sat there, eating and reading an issue of ASFM, a lady approached me and asked whether I knew osewalrus. Turns out she was his mother; she and sundry members of her family, were having dinner there too, and she saw me reading something that looked like it was science fiction of some kind, so she leaped to the conclusion that I must know her son. Which, of course, I did.