After All, It’s A Small World

Last Friday night, Brent and I watched the Colorado Avalanche blow out the Chicago Blackhawks in an amazing streak-ending game.  The Avalanche were so awesome in fact, that they scored two of their six goals within about 30 seconds of each other, prompting me to accept a few celebratory high fives (much to Brent’s chagrin) from the gentleman whose season tickets happen to be next to ours.

Fast forward to this afternoon.

Brent and I decided to do some last minute D.C. sight seeing before catching our evening flight back to Denver.  We visited the Library of Congress and the Newseum (BTW–if you haven’t been, GO!), and decided to grab a quick bite to eat before heading to the airport.

We were sitting at the bar at The Capital Grille, enjoying beers and cobb salads, when a man sat in the bar stool next to mine.  It was Mr. High Five.  Yes it was!

He didn’t recognize me, but of course I had to say hello (making Brent cringe), because I’m that girl, the one who’ll talk to anyone.  Anyway, Mr. High Five and I reminisced about the game for a moment and then we left.

But crazy coincidence, right?  I mean, what are the odds?  Seriously, what are the odds?

I need a statistician.  Like, now.

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