Waiters and Waitresses often see friends or ex’s at their job. Salespeople at retail stores do too. I was in the hospital and one of my nurses was an acquaintance from high school. It’s a small world.
But crime scene Tech’s? Hey, that’s my baby daddy. :smack: I guess it would happen more in a small town but New Orleans is a big place.
NOLA’s local news story is more accurate. I was concerned the link might die in the next month or so. I posted another link just to be safe, but they managed to jumble up the story a bit.
I’ve learned the hard way local tv and newspaper links often have a short life span. They usually aren’t worth bookmarking.
That reads like a tale out of O Henry or Victorian Melodrama, or the great French romantics, or pulp noir.
Add in some appropriate background music and you got a movie. 
They’d been separated for six years, but I guess it still came as quite a shock to find her baby daddy like that.
Heard of that? Hell, I’ve had a similar thing happen to me.
End of summer after junior year in high school. I was at a regatta to watch someone; however, since it wasn’t her race it wasn’t that exciting to watch some random teams you didn’t know anyone on. I heard a car crash & walked up from the bleachers to see what was going on. One person was not breathing (he was killed instantly) & entrapped. One of the first cars on scene after that was two brothers/volunteer EMTs, & friends of the family. Somehow I ended up assisting when they removed the body from the car. I was at the head end of the longboard (so looking at the body upside down) & had never seen a dead body before, so didn’t understand about loss of skin color. I thought to myself that looks like ____ (he was one of identical twins). Nah, can’t be, he’s not that color. I wigged out when I did find out it was him.
He was not only a classmate but also a teammate & preseason practice started the very next day.
I decided to buy a shirt from the race because it had the event date on it; I still have that shirt in my closet.
I guess that can be good if there are issues of notifying family or they want the persons age or background.
I’ve got a second-hand story that would be pretty hard to beat. My family lived in a farming/ranching area that had a few small towns–small enough that there was (at most) one funeral home per town. The mortician in one town happened to also be the coroner, and responded to fatal accidents.
One day he responded to a fatal car crash, not knowing anything more than the bare outline of events. When he got there, and looked at the scene, he realized the the victims were his wife and his two children.
Being a small town, the story spread pretty fast.
As a member of a search & rescue group in a small community, I once went on a rescue of some kids that had gotten trapped on a cliff above the ocean. As the largest & strongest fellow on the team, I often was the “anchor man”, as I was that day.
As we got the kids up, I recognized the first one of them up as my cousin. She & two of her friends had decided that staying on the trail was too boring. One of them had slid down over 200’, she was pretty busted up physically. The other two were cold, tired & scared, but OK. The injured one spent ten days in the hospital. She did fully recover, but it took a long time.
I had baby sat for all of them at one time or another. They were comforted that I was at the top getting them out of a jam. My cousin told me later that they had all known that everything was going to be OK once they saw me. Little kids have great faith in their “protectors”. It was sobering. I had never thought about that aspect of “family” before.
Some of the outcomes of our calls were not as happy. I got to help recover the body of one of my best friends. Again, I had no idea as to who we were “rescuing” until I saw him. I was the one to tell the family of his death in a logging accident. Not fun.