He launched into a long travel saga of his airplane trip back to NYC from his parent's in CA. (this is unusual for him, ever since I've known him he'd never gone home to CA for thanksgiving.) He had an 8 am flight out of fresno back to NYC, and stayed up all night with his brother C the night before so he could sleep on the plane. Then his flight was delayed 9 hours... and then his he missed his connecting flight, and then when he got to NYC he had missed the shuttle reservation he had already paid for and needed to wait an hour for the shuttle to come. It was all very lighthearted storytelling, not really complaining. Then he said, "There's something I wanted to tell you..." and I got really nervous, but then, he said, "I met a lady on the super shuttle van who just came back from Bali!" (where I spent the summer of 2005) and before that the lady had lived in Atlanta (like me).
He said he wondered if she had some of the same experiences as I did when I was in Bali and it turned out that she did.. for example she was also in a motorcycle accident when she was there. I jokingly asked if she had the same scar (I have a tailpipe burn-roadrash scar on the back of my right knee) and he said laughing, "no, her scar is on her ankle!" I didn't say anything, but I thought it was nice that he was excited to meet someone who had similar experiences as me. It also made me happy that he remembered something specific about my body, like where my bali scar is, especially because it is almost invisible.
Throughout the story I laughed and made appropriate groaning noises.
