I had a Diana moment at lunch today. I’m kinda messed up, so it doesn’t take much for a fellow coworker to convince me to go to lunch with him instead of running 3 miles at the gym. On the way out of the restaurant, I thought some guy looked familiar from the back, but I wasn’t sure it was who I thought it was cuz this is really out of the way for him. I walked by him, and then turned around and looked at him. “Oh my God, Mike!” I said as I walked toward him, just as he took a HUGE mouthful of pastrami burger. With his cheek puffed out like a squirrel’s, he nodded at me and tried to put his food down. I gave him a half-hug across his shoulders. I then introduced my coworker to him. “What are you doing here?” he asked me. I said I was just here on lunch break. He said he works around there now. We didn’t talk much, but I had *just* thought of him a couple of days ago when I walked toward jujitsu class and saw a big banner offering bartending classes (he was taking bartending classes the last time we’d talked). It’s kinda funny with Mike — we’d met thru a mutual childhood friend of mine, and we would hang out at the bar, and then one day he brings in a photo of my parents. “What the heck?” I said, staring at the photo. “This is at my house,” he said. “Your mom and my mom are coworkers and they hang out all the time. This picture is everybody at my parents’ house singing karaoke.” I don’t know how he suddenly figured out who my parents are, but that was pretty weird. Small world.