Alison’s posting about a small world reminded me of a couple of instances, one of which I entered on her blog.
Here is the other one:
One summer a while back, Amalie and I had decided on a trip to Europe. Our itinerary included England, Norway and Denmark. We first landed at Heathrow Airport, London on a very hot day. We, along with several other people, were loaded onto a small bus headed into town. About 4 or 5 of us were near the back of the bus, and it turned out that we were all tourists. “Where are you from?” was by far the most common question asked, and in this group that had originally boarded at JFK in New York, were from various parts of the U.S. Finally the question was asked of a single gentleman. “I’m from California,” he said. “What part?” asked my wife. “Northern California”, he said. Well, I had lived in the San Francisco Bay Area all my life, but we had not yet revealed that. “Where in Northern California?” Amalie persisted. “Oh, a little town you’ve never heard of,” he said. “What town?” my insistent wife asked. “You’ve likely never heard of it, but it’s the town of Los Gatos,” he finally confessed. “I teach there,” said Amalie. Small World!
An Irishman was in New York. He was patiently waiting, and watching the traffic cop on a busy street-crossing. The cop stopped the flow of traffic and shouted, "Okay, pedestrians!" Then he'd allow the traffic to pass. He'd done this several times, and Paddy still stood on the sidewalk. After the cop had shouted "Pedestrians!" for the tenth time, Paddy went over to him and said, "Is it not about time ye let the Catholics across?"