At work, we have a department called "Marketing Communications," or MarCom for short. They produce all the brochures, flyers, posters and suchlike--for someone with an interest in writing, editing and graphics, this department is quite interesting. And the head of it, a woman named Lori, is reallyreally cool.
So, I'm waiting in line at Terry Pratchett's book signing, with ticket #3 of 300 or so. I look up, and Lori is sitting between BOTH of my ex-girlfriends, each one flanking her. And they're all talking, and two of them work in the same building as I do.
Hmm. Seems like a strange conspiracy to me.