Random Encounter I

Having coffee at Astoria on Saturday with Bishop Junior and suddenly hugged from behind by G, who I have not seen for a couple of years as she only moved to Wellington two weeks ago.  She mentions she is off overseas the next day, so we agree to meet up when she is back.

G calls me in somewhat of a panic on Sunday afternoon.  She had encountered a minor problem at the airport – her passport had expired.  And yes she is blonde.  I am the only person in Wellington who has known her for more than a year and can verify her photos for her urgent passport application.  In between cracking up with laughter, I of course agree to meet her asap.  DIA, impressively, are able to get her a new passport within 12 hours.

Also in a fit or irony, she was telling me a story about someone that she herself didn’t know, but related to a role he has.  Around ten seconds after she finishes telling me the story, we bump into him and I have great pleasure in introducing him to her.

Wellington is a small place.