A few days ago, I was playing poker again and really having a bad run.  I hopped into yet another game I was predestined to get sucked out on but a strange thing happened while I was playing.  Another person at the 6-handed table starting asking me some pretty random questions.  At first, I assumed it was someone who recognized my username from when I played on PokerRoom.  That site was my preferred poker site until it left the US market.  I was pretty well known player on that site as I had tremendous success there.  After a few minutes though, it became apparent the player knew me personally somehow.  I was a little leery and didn’t really want to get involved in a conversation with some random person who somehow knew me so I was a bit cagey with my responses — given then I usually refrain from talking at all, it was surprising I responded at all.  It was fortuitous that I did though.  When he asked if I still played spades, I did a double-take on the username of the player and realized exactly who it had to be.  It turned out to be my best friend from high school, Joe.  My sister Amye once tracked me down online but I knew she played so that was just a funny coincidence.  My friend and I hadn’t spoken in years and I had no idea what he was up to.  It was the most incredibly random meeting yet.