Collision of Worlds

Today I had one of these weird small world experiences. I was walking out of church -- walking towards me was a barista from the Caribou located all too conveniently on my way to work. For a minute I wondered if I was having some sort of caffeine withdrawal delusion -- nope, it was really her. She thought I looked familiar, but didn't know why until I asked her if she could make me a large-skim-wet-cappucino. Obviously the pusher means more to the addict than vice versa.

Next thing you know someone from church will show up at my coffee shop.

Could everyone please stay in the correct boxes please?