Some 15 years ago I met my best friend, Gail when we started working together at Wally World. Same hire date, same orientation classes, we were assigned the same work hours and nights off. After a while we started taking our breaks and lunches together and got to know each other.
Turns out she's 5 days older than I am, we went to the same high school but had no classes together and she lived about a half mile from me and now I live one street down from where she did during those years.
We had lots of fun working together (as much as one can at work) until I changed jobs. In fact people started saying we were married to which replied "No, we got along much too well for that". One young fella asked if we were and when I said no he asked if we were siblings. One old blue haired woman argued another coworker down when he said we weren't married.
But here's where the story gets really bizarre. Kilmichael, Mississippi is a town of only several hundred souls. That's where my Dad's folks lived for years until the Grim Reaper came for them. It seems her grandfather lived there (and I would assume, her grandmother) and is buried in the town cemetery since 1924, having passed away at age 88 years.
I don't know when my family arrived in the area but it shows me that maybe the world ain't such a big place after all.
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