What's your best "small world" story?
Most people have "small world" stories--meeting a person from your small hometown on the other side of the world on the only day you'd both be in the same spot, etc.
What's yours?
What's yours?
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It'll be long, and I'll connect dots through my brother's stories. My brother used to go to a nightclub with his friend named, Leon in a small city. This was in the 90s. So a lot of alternative bars existed, catering to a subculture that was amongst the most popular culture then. There was this man there, at the club, who would only dance with hands. They called him, 'Hands'
My brother spoke to Leon years later after Leon moved to Hong Kong. So move on about 5 years. Now early 2000's. Leon attends one of the very many nightclubs in Hong Kong and there he sees this man dancing with his hands. He knows those hands. He approaches the man. You have to remember they never had met. Leon walks up to him and says, 'Hands'? The man puzzled, Leon, just says the word, Trasheteria (the name of the club).
Since I was not there, these parts in response I am missing, but yes it was "Hands"
I asked my brother what his friend was doing for a living in Hong Kong. He says teaching English as a second language. That's one way to travel the world. And I thought inside myself, Leon would make a good teacher.
15 years or so past. I'm sitting in a quiet pub in the same small city reading a book. I see this man, of small stature, like Leon held. Could only remember Leon from when I was about 10. Yet I'm convinced it's him. He's with a friend. And how do I know it's him? Can I go by memory of when I was 10, and he was all about 17? And I'm still convinced. I wasn't going to interrupt whoever this was while they were with his friend.
Then his friend leaves the table. I assume to excuse himself to the washroom. I see Leon come to me. Think to myself, this is interesting. Did he recognize me?
He leads with a question, I used to work as a teacher and one of my fellow teachers loved going to bars to read, and I'm just curious what you find from it? I only answered, I don't know Leon.
My brother spoke to Leon years later after Leon moved to Hong Kong. So move on about 5 years. Now early 2000's. Leon attends one of the very many nightclubs in Hong Kong and there he sees this man dancing with his hands. He knows those hands. He approaches the man. You have to remember they never had met. Leon walks up to him and says, 'Hands'? The man puzzled, Leon, just says the word, Trasheteria (the name of the club).
Since I was not there, these parts in response I am missing, but yes it was "Hands"
I asked my brother what his friend was doing for a living in Hong Kong. He says teaching English as a second language. That's one way to travel the world. And I thought inside myself, Leon would make a good teacher.
15 years or so past. I'm sitting in a quiet pub in the same small city reading a book. I see this man, of small stature, like Leon held. Could only remember Leon from when I was about 10. Yet I'm convinced it's him. He's with a friend. And how do I know it's him? Can I go by memory of when I was 10, and he was all about 17? And I'm still convinced. I wasn't going to interrupt whoever this was while they were with his friend.
Then his friend leaves the table. I assume to excuse himself to the washroom. I see Leon come to me. Think to myself, this is interesting. Did he recognize me?
He leads with a question, I used to work as a teacher and one of my fellow teachers loved going to bars to read, and I'm just curious what you find from it? I only answered, I don't know Leon.
SomeMichGuy · M
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@SomeMichGuy Yes! And to think I was going to let him go and not say a thing. When I love those stories. Half of what I hope when reading a book in a bar. Those odd stories that just come. I now feel guilty for giving him a smoke, I'm sure he never took up from my one cigarette I gave him, after he told me how he remembered my parent's car while with my brother on the way to a hockey game together, where the cigarette smoke reeked and were clouds in their car. (I don't remember this part). And there I was giving him a cigarette.