I love "it's-a-small-world" stories and I have more than one, but I'll only saddle you with my best.
Many years ago, I was staying at the Hilton Hawaiian Village in Waikiki. I was having a drink by the pool when two young ladies approached the bar. I got up and offered my seat. We talked and discovered that we all came from New York. We were familiar with the same establishments on Long Island and so on. At one point, I mentioned that I rent the upstairs of my two-family house to a buddy who is going through a divorce. The one girl asks what his name is and I tell her. She says, "I've been in your house."
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