There are many criticisms about our Facebook/social media society, but you can’t ignore some of the cool chance happenings it brings.

Last night, I saw the Nationals drop a game to the Rockies in sweltering conditions (still an enjoyable game).  As my mom and I were going up an escalator to our level, I happened to look over at the adjacent ramp and saw one of my friends walking by at that moment.

That sighting in itself was interesting, since we had planned to get to the park much earlier, only to be delayed by major Metro issues.  I wrote last month about how we can get mad about those kinds of delays, but you never know what might happen because of them.

My friend’s section happened to fit conveniently in the somewhat standard picture I take at all the games, and being a digital society, I tagged her basic location in the photo:

But after I got home from the game, another friend posted a comment on the picture saying that she was could see herself in there, too, about five rows behind the dugout on the right.

I had no idea she was there when I took the picture.  I did, however, start to think about how long we’ve known each other, and since I’m ridiculously organized, I can confirm we go back to at least 1989.  She’s in the upper left.  Pretty sure you can identify me:

Of course this led me down a small rabbit hole of looking at other class photos, including an absolute classic from 5th grade that features a VERY confused-looking me and a miserable-looking roommate MR.  Forgot to scan that one, but maybe I’ll make the effort soon.