When the World Becomes Too Small
I do not live in a small town. I actually live in a sweeping metropolitan area. I can go days without seeing someone I know when I am out shopping and doing errands. It’s not like when I lived up in Gainesville and everywhere I went, I saw at least one person I knew from church, school, MOPs, or the neighborhood.
So, why is it that when I make a special point of driving out of the way to pick up coffee and a breakfast pastry at a little bakery I have to run into my ex-husband? What in the world is wrong with the universe that he would be in the same out-of-the-way location at the same time? — especially when he should have been at work by then.
It’s enough to make me not want to leave the house, people. 
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