Now, that's a good story. It's amazing how those things happen. I was in Garmisch, Germany once and sat at a table in a little pub. Girl sitting near me came over after a bit and asked me where I was from. Turned out we lived about 6 miles apart back in Indiana. The massiveness of fortuitous logistics boggled my mind. Oh, and the reason she came over? No, not my rugged good looks and boyish charm. My voice. She recognized what she thought was the "Hoosier" accent.