I’ve had a great birthday so far. It has included some of my favorite activities: watching Wimbledon, lounging, napping, working out, shopping, eating fantastic food etc. So after my birthday dinner at my favorite San Francisco sushi restaurant, Tsunami, we went to a different restaurant close to my sister’s apartment for dessert. This where things start getting weird….
Because we were just there for dessert, we were seated at the bar. After ordering, one of two ladies seated near us turns to me and says “Prachee??” I turn my head and I cannot for the life of me place who this person is. For those who know me, this is totally typical. My memory is horrible. I have a track record of forgetting people and events that I haven’t thought about in a very long time. So, while I could not at all remember who this was, I played along hoping she would drop me a hint. We make small talk for a minute or two about how we could have been sitting so close to one another and have not noticed each other and she says, “you’re really the Prachee, I know, right?” I am still playing along and say “yeah of course.” She says, “the one that’s married to Mo?” I am not now nor have I ever been married to a Mo. So I said, “uh no.”
So long story short, this very sweet woman tells me that she has a friend named Prachee that she hasn’t seen in a while that looks exactly like me. What are the odds?? I tell her how embarassed I am for pretending I knew her but she just laughs it off and we talk about what a good story this is going to make. It turns out she has a sister that lives in Salt Lake City as well. I asked her what her name was since given these odd circumstances, I wouldn’t be surprised if I knew her. I mention to her that I might be moving out to San Francisco soon. So we exchange email addresses with the intention of sending each other pictures of her friend/me etc. On the way out, we say goodbye to one another and she says that I should definitely contact her when I move to town because she feels like somehow we should be friends. I tell her that I feel the same way and will be sure to do so.
I don’t think anything so coincidental has ever happened to me. What are the chances that she feels so strongly that I look like a friend of hers that turns out to have the same name as me? I guess I’m just glad that my memory isn’t as bad as I thought.
Bizarre.