The next installment of anecdotes about my life's many interesting coincidences.
Boardwalk Pizza, Virginia Beach, VA; June, 2003
Andrew and I made a trip to the East Coast to visit my dad and brothers, and this visit was Andrew’s first encounter with that side of the family. Jamie and Selma, my brother and sister-in-law, and Andrew and I went for lunch at a pizza place on the boardwalk. We had a great time, catching up, everyone getting to know Andrew.
Imagine my amazement when our server was a girl I used to work with at Masterson’s: Pavlanka from the Czech Republic. She had even lived at my best friend's house for a few weeks, so I knew her pretty well. She had been in Virginia Beach for a few months, lured there in a pretty strange scheme that had her living with several other Eastern European girls in a small apartment. When I reflect on this story now, it occurs to me that Pavla, as she preferred to be called, may not have had a legit immigration status. Anyway, it was crazy to run into her again 700 miles from where I knew her before.
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