It’s a small, small world…

Today, I traveled from Columbia, Missouri (where it was 8 degrees when I woke up) to Jackson, Mississippi, where it was 34 when I arrived. I’ll take it. I feel slightly thawed already. To drive from point A to point B would’ve taken me 8.5 hours… I know this because many in our Columbia office often drive to Jackson and now I know why…

I left the office at 1pm and I arrived to my hotel here at 10:00pm. I could’ve driven and not had to deal with security, etc. But I prefer to fly because I am by myself and female and my dad would have a cow if I made that trip alone. Plus the company pays for it and I can’t pass up a travel adventure.

Now, when I fly, on my trip home, I’m always excited to see who is on the plane back to the ‘Noke wondering if I know anyone on the plane. Roanoke isn’t small by any stretch of the means, but it’s not large either… and there’s no 6 degrees of separation, there’s 2… on a bad day.

When I’m in other airports, I don’t wonder… I don’t know anyone in Jackson, so I’m not necessarily looking for someone I know.

While standing at the map in the Memphis airport on my layover, attempting to find a restaurant that I never did find… (either their map system sucks, or I’m retarded when it comes to reading a map… and to be honest, it’s a toss up between the two at this point in time…) I looked up and saw a man who could be the twin of a friend of mine back home.

I looked at him. I looked back to the map. I looked again and in my mind, I’m processing. I knew that he was traveling to Colorado, so there was a distinct possibility that it was him. I also knew that there were no flights back to the ‘Noke from Memphis, so I thought that no, it couldn’t be him. But then I reasoned that perhaps he flew out of Raleigh or Greensboro, where there were flights too, because when we’re paying our own airfare, we typically will drive as it’s cheaper than to fly out of Roanoke.

By the time I determined that it was a slight chance that it was Chris, he was gone. I’m sure I could’ve hollered his name to see if he turned around, but I would’ve felt dumb, so I didn’t.

When I arrived at the hotel tonight, I dropped him a note on myspace, explaining that I saw his twin in Memphis… here’s how that played out…

Ok, so today I’m killing time in the Memphis Airport on my way to Mississippi and I see someone who could be your twin. I had to look several times to make sure and to be completely honest, knowing that you were out in CO and that you could be potentially in an airport, didn’t help matters…

hope you’re well! haven’t seen you in a while!
h

holy freakin crap, I was sitting in Memphis tonite thinking if there would be one person in that whole thing that I would know….i wish you would have said something, i would have freaked out!! yes it was me!!!!

are you serious?

now i’m mad i didn’t say something.. it was around 6:45ish… i was on my way from B terminal to C terminal…

yeah and I was on my way to a flight to Greensboro where I got my car and just came home…wow it really is a small world. I would have loved to have seen you!!! darnit!!!

um… in case you hadn’t realized this, i live in the same city as you… so for us to get together in memphis would be cool, because that’s a story… however, it would be a whole lot easier (and cheaper) to just hang in the noke… let me know when and i’m there…

Let me point out that until a few months ago, he lived around the corner from me and we never saw one another…

But it was really cool… and then I started to wonder how many people do I really know in the airports… it’s possible that at some point in time, I’ve passed by one of you and not even known it…

and I also realized that I should keep every phone number I have in my cell phone, because if I would’ve just had his number on me, I could’ve called him and confirmed that it was him and then I wouldn’t of had to wait by myself since my plane was delayed….

hindsight is 20/20…

Until next time…

Heather