On the way to my son’s school this morning, I got a text from my friend
that said: Hey, I’m in the car behind you right now. I looked up and
yep… that was him. We waved at each other and that was that.  Anyway, it made me think about how St. Louis feels
like a small town a lot of the time. It’s hard to go out without running
into people you know, or passing them on the street.

More examples:

A couple of months ago, I was driving downtown (having just left court) and I stopped at a red light. A friend (and band mate of the bf’s) crossed the street right in front of me. We were both like OMG hi!!!!!

A few years ago, the bf and I went to a concert (Tenacious D for those who care). We were driving home from the venue and stopped at a traffic light. Guess who pulled up right next to us? My (now ex) husband and the girl he was seeing at the time. I thought my heart was going to explode. This was very soon after the split and I really didn’t want to deal with the drama that would unfold if he saw us. Luckily, he didn’t.

A couple of years ago now, I passed the bf’s ex on Highway 40, and I’ve seen her twice now at beer festivals. I also once saw a couple Dave used to be good friends with (before hooking up with me and getting ditched by all of his friends because I’m apparently a dirty, evil whore) in line at a comic book store. (Why was I at a comic book store after I swore (post-separation) that I would never enter one again? It was free comic book day and I’m a good mom.)

And, even though this is not St. Louis specific, the winner is for sure the time I saw my client in Punta Cana. That was just fucking crazy.