This Small World Stuff Has To Stop
Who knew Long Island was such a small place? Today, I head over to this pizza place I hit about once a week for lunch. As I walk in I notice this guy wearing a polo shirt with a logo on it. It says Assured Technology and I pause, because that was the name of the company I used to work for when I did consulting part time. I order my two slices of BBQ chicken pizza (its so good) and turn around and sure enough, my old boss is sitting there eating his lunch. So of course I said his name, he looked up in shock and surprise and we did the whole catch up thing. It was nice to see him again and see that he's doing well. He said his wife was pregnant after trying for awhile, so I congratulated him on that. The usual catch up talk followed, along with talk of the NY Jets, and their injured QB (Damn you Chad Pennington and your shoulder!)
It was nice to run into him, but damn, this stuff has to stop. What's next? Who the hell am I going to run into tomorrow? I can't wait to see!