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You know those things that happen to you that you're afraid no one will believe? Well, this is one of those things!

We had open house at school Thursday night. I live just far away from my school that isn't worth fighting the traffic to go home then back to school, so I just hang out and work in my room until it's time for parents to show up.

Well, I'm getting my usual back to school cold (one of the perks of teaching kindergarten lol!) and have been really tired this week. I decided to run out around 4:30 to do some errands and pick up some dinner. I made two stops before I foolishly decided to face the crowd at Wal Mart in order to pick up some Cuban crackers I wanted for the cooking/food project at school.

I think I've shared my lack of love for Wal Mart before so I won't waste time going there again, but I really do hate that place. LOL! I'm moving around/through the crowds of people as quickly as I can so I can get out of there before totally losing my cool. Suddenly, I hear this man talking very loudly and excitedly. I wrote it off as just another crazy person at the Wal Mart and kept moving.

I noticed that the voice was getting closer to me and finally turned around to see what was going on. The man seemed to be heading right for me and even though he was smiling I was kind of worried. I wish I could tell you that I took off running or even that I whipped out some mace and struck a Charlie's Angels pose to scare the man off, but I can't. Instead, I just stood there staring at this crazy man who seemed to be yelling at me and wondered why in the heck I had decided to go into that store. Seriously, Cuban crackers---not that important!

Well, I'm not sure exactly why I realized who the man was, but it probably has something to do with not understanding what he was saying. Yep, it was the taxi driver I had when my car broke down. The one who talked constantly and I just agreed with him because I didn't understand what he was saying.

Over 2 million people live in Dade County and I run into that taxi driver. lol! Plus, just think of all the people that get in and out of that taxi and he remembered me. Gross!