She cried uncle
Sunday December 16th 2012, 12:21 am
Filed under: Family,Life

And on a lighter note…

I told the story of my daughter randomly running into my brother-in-law in the airport in Tokyo a week ago, she on her way home from Japan, he on a stopover coming back to the States from China. Turns out, the story gets better.

A recently retired old colleague of his from work–I believe (I could be wrong) that that would be from his recently-ended assignment to Qatar–was somehow in Tokyo airport, apparently didn’t hear the exclamation of “Uncle GEORGE!” from the pretty, young, thin blonde who ran to him, but did see George hugging and being friendly with a woman who was so much not his former colleague’s wife that the guy knew.

One might add, they did share the same last name, though. Oddly enough.

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I love when things like this happen! A few years ago (before Facebook and instant everything) our youngest dd unexpectedly met up with a friend on a bus in Cincinnati. He is from Washington state, she lives in Boston, they knew each other when they went to the same school in Michigan. Go figure!
Carol in MA

Comment by Carol Telsey 12.16.12 @ 7:51 am

HAHAHA! That’s why I always say be good because you never know who’s watching!

Comment by Jody 12.16.12 @ 8:20 am

I have a feeling this story will be told more than a few times over the years. What fun!

Comment by twinsetellen 12.16.12 @ 8:47 am


Comment by afton 12.16.12 @ 10:03 am

That’s marvelous! This is not quite the same, but it reminds me of the time some years ago when Amalie and I flew into Heathrow airport, London. Several people including us piled into the back of the bus going into downtown London. Most of this group was from the states, and many from California. We started asking, “Where you from?” One fellow said he was from a little known town in Northern California. “What town?” We asked. Oh, you wouldn’t know it. We were persistent. Finally he said, “The town of Los Gatos.” “I teach there,” said Amalie.

Comment by Don Meyer 12.16.12 @ 12:59 pm

Hehehe! Yes, that story will be told a few times. Like, Don, it’s funny how you meet people on vacation who think they’re from the town no one would know. We were in Maui once, on a bus to go zip-lining. The young newlyweds said they were from Northern California, south of Sacramento. What city? Vacaville. Oh! We’re from Suisun. It’s a small world after all……

Comment by DebbieR 12.16.12 @ 11:39 pm

As a young woman, I always looked older than my real age, and being tall, was sometimes mistaken for an adult.

So when an aquaintance of my mother’s told her confidentially that she’d seen my dad at the mall with ‘another woman’, my mom said, “Young blonde?” The other woman nodded. “That’s our daughter. She’s twelve. They were shopping for a Christmas present for me.”

Naturally, as soon as I turned eighteen, people immediately thinking I was much younger than I am….

Comment by RobinH 12.19.12 @ 12:09 pm

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