As most of you know, I’m from New Zealand originally, and moved to Australia six months ago.
About twelve years ago, I had a pen-friend, Trudi, who lived in Melbourne, and we corresponded together for about four years before we drifted apart (as you do). During that time she visited me in NZ for a month.
I am in Melbourne now myself, and have been trying to track her down in a casual way, phone book, ICQ, etc, but not knowing if she was still alive, still in Melbourne, had married, or what, had made things a bit difficult to determine for sure if she was even accessible.
Just two weeks ago I suddenly woke up, remembering her boyfriend-of-the-time’s last name, and started checking that name as an alternative, but no luck.
This morning I turned up at the station as usual to catch my train into work, and there was this somewhat bohemian-in-training familiar looking young woman chatting with the newspaper man, and my body went zing with semi-recognition.
I entered the same carriage as her and sat nearby, hoping something would give away who she really was, and as luck would have it she had a post-it note on her diary with her name on it
There are three million people in Melbourne, and by pure chance I accidentally ran into her.
Wow. Cool, huh?
“Waheeey! ‘Duck!’ Get it?”
“Duck! Sounds almost exactly like fu-”