During a break between classes a young-ish student walked past the door to my classroom, then doubled back. She approached me and said, "Jon Parker? Wow. You haven't changed at all."
Great! A compliment on my youthful mien.
She continued, "I'm Abby Laub!"
Woah. Not a compliment on my youthful mien. Abby is the youngest sister of a classmate from Buffalo, younger even than my own sister. The last time I saw her had to be between 10 and 13 years ago, smack in the middle of my owly glasses, braces, poofy hair, and flannel shirts, what Rina politely calls my "awkward phase". At least I don't have to feel bad for not remembering her - our last meeting was over half her life ago.
It was nice to catch up, though. I got a quick recap of her family's doings for the last decade, found out that she attended Midreshet HaRova last year, and made aliyah last week. She's the second person in two weeks to tell me that, and it makes me wonder what exactly is in their famous chocolate chips pancakes.
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See? The chance meetings continue, I just guessed wrong about who it would be. It seems we have to dig deeper into your past. Unfortunately, I haven't known you that long.
Braces, you say? I predict the next random meeting will be your old orthodontist, and that nothing will be set on fire (accidentally or otherwise).
ha ha ha ... there is something creepy about Harova's aliyah rate!
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