*1287 - small world

What are the odds that childhood best friends (my first real best friend--we were the original 6 y/o versions of the mean girls, true terrors, ask anyone in our class) date (or marry, in her case) boys who graduated from the same college and class at UVA, and manage to somehow cross paths at a moment's notice in a little deli in Charlottesville because we happened to all be within hours of each other one Monday in December?  Slim, we venture.  The world is getting smaller and smaller, and I for one think that's fabulous.