Its a small small world
 

So since I moved to SF, I've been trying to find a new hair stylist. I looked up a few salons on Yelp and based on the glowing reviews decided to try to get an appointment with one salon in my neighborhood.

Her online calendar was all booked up, but I called her this morning to beg and see if she would fit me in if she had a cancellation.

Well, it turns out she's from my same small town in Florida, lived just a few miles down the road from me, and we graduated from the same high school two years apart.

Wild.