Smallest Odds in the Smallest World

“You look so familiar,” he said to RG Daughter as she poured his drink.

“Really? I grew up here, and I live and work here now that I’m out of school,” RG Daughter said, well into the second hour of a freelance bartending shift.

“No, no. Not here. Did you ever live in the Keys? Recently?” he asked.

“Uh, no but, um…” RG Daughter hesitated a second. “I mean, well, my mom lives in the Keys.”

“She does?” he asked, smiling now. “Does she work in a small bar in the upper Keys?”

“She works in three bars, but yes, one of them is up north,” RG Daughter said, knowing and not quite believing where this random conversation was headed.

“I met her! She served me a couple of drafts when I was down there fishing last month!” he exclaimed, not quite believing he had made this random connection.

“Seriously?” RG Daughter asked, laughing to herself when he confirmed the name of the bar located some 1000 miles from the bar she was tending. Seriously?

“Yes! There was something about the way you…I don’t know, poured my drink. I knew I knew you, but I guess it was your mom. Small world, right?”

“Yeah! That’s crazy,” RG Daughter said.

“Well, nice to meet you,” he laughed.

“You too,” RG Daughter laughed back.

Wow.