Sighting

Latest sighting. 200 miles from home, in a strange restaurant during off peak hours. Sometime after sitting in the same classes during college said individual and myself decided that an annual random encounter would be both fun and exciting. A where's waldo for real life without waldo or funny clothes. This time around he was with a wife and two kids. What is very odd is the lack of planning, coordination, or caring, yet totally assurance that we will end up at the same place at the same time. My suspicion is that he is also wondering if I am following him while at the same time I am wondering about the chances that he is following me. Sometimes coincidence is so full of incidence that the number of paths and streets which makeup the timeline fail to keep you far enough apart or from crossing frequently into anothers path that green spaghetti spinach hand-made by old women in the wilds of tuscany seem like less of a fantasy and more or a reality than others. ok, so yeah, i'm going to have to go with the fact that rainwater seeks the lowest level except when the drain is clogged and time cannot escape.