but it pours. So far on my trip home this afternoon (I'm a little over halfway home) I've met three people I know -- two fellow geeks and a friend from TAFE I haven't seen in several years.
Statistically speaking, seeing someone you know here and there happens -- it happens to me often enough that I can accept it as normal, if not regular. But three. Thankfully, dice have no memory, otherwise some probabilistically-likely event would have to not happen, or some really bad freakishly unlikely event would have to happen to balance everything out.
Shit. I get on a plane on Sunday. Now I'm worried.