It really is a small world. This morning The Husband and I went out looking for some new wheels. Keep in mind that "new" in my mind is not brand new. It's new to me. [In a nutshell, The Husband and I follow Dave Ramsey's baby steps and thus credit is a big no-no for us.]
Anywho, thanks to technology and great things like craigslist, we found a nice Explorer that we wanted to check out. The price was right and despite being used car salesmen, the folks at the place we were at were really awesome. We had to rush to the bank to get a check so we could drive the Explorer home today and I noticed the last name of the seller on the paper he had given us for the bank.
I mentioned to The Husband that it was such a different last name that I wondered if he was related to a media specialist at one of the schools I bid back into this year, Mrs. V. I couldn't for the life of me remember her first name (I did only work with her for 7 months though) but I asked him about it when we got back and he chuckled and said "oh that's my wife!"
What a small world it really and truly is. He called her when he found that out and I talked to her. It was funny. She remembers my name but she's like "oh gosh, I just can't picture your face". I promised to stop in if I successfully bid there so she would remember me.
It made my Saturday though. It was just too ironic that he would be related to her. Plus he gave us $300 off the sales price because of it. Sure not complaining there!