Yesterday when I paged through the residents of my building, I was a bit surprised to see the strong international presence. (My friend Ashish: “Your building’s the U.N.!”) I was even more surprised to learn my next-door neighbor, whom I’ve never actually seen, is a guy who lived on my floor sophomore year.

But there were more surprises.

There’s a girl who often leans on the exterior wall near the building’s north door, smoking. We’re always cordial to each other in the “How are you?” generic fashion. Finally I decided to take the next step.

– I: “Hey, how are you?”
– She: “Fine, you?”
– “Good. My name’s John, by the way.”
– “I’m Sara.”
(some generic chatting, and then:)
– She: “Yeah, my boyfriend said he was your roommate his freshman year.”
– “What? No way.”
– “Yeah, his name’s Bill.”
– “Bill ——? From Omaha?”
– “Yep.”
– “Wow. Crazy. How did you find that out?”
– “You were coming back and we were leaving, and he saw you and said, ‘That guy was my roommate freshman year.’ I said I see you all the time.”

If that’s not enough, then I made the classy move of calling his previous girlfriend a bitch. I know it ain’t nice, but she called him every freaking day at 11 to ask the same question (“Are we going to lunch?”) and get the same answer (“I’m on my way over.”) At least I had the good sense not to ask “So, is he still a porn fiend?”

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