It's a small world after all

Anna and I met up with friends at the Brown Bar last night to celebrate both our recent nuptials and the news of the pregnancy. When the waitress came to take our order, she leaned in to ask, "Is it okay if I'm your server?" I thought the question was kind of strange, and it took a couple of seconds to wrap my mind around the reason for her odd query: the waitress was my ex-wife. As Yuri put it, you can't make this shit up.