Ted Drewes Frozen Custard is a St. Louis staple and a road side attraction on Route 66. There’s always a crowd (especially after Cardinals games), and it’s always delicious. My dad and his wife arrived yesterday for a weekend visit. (My first St. Louis visitors!) They were flying in from different cities, so his wife arrived much later in the evening. We decided to make a stop at Ted Drewes before heading home for the evening.
After we ordered and were walking back to the car, I spotted a colleague in line placing his order, and commented to my family. (Now, I have to confess that when I see colleagues outside of work, I don’t typically make a beeline to greet them unless they’re also a friend. This might make me a terrible person, but in Vevey where I was ALWAYS seeing work people outside of the office, it provided me a little bit of space.) I turned around to keep walking, but almost immediately stopped and said, “WAIT A MINUTE – he works on my floor in Vevey, not in St. Louis!” I left my family to go interrupt his ordering to say “hello.” He was as shocked as I was. He is in the US on vacation with his wife and daughter. His mother-in-law and wife are FROM ST. LOUIS, and they were in town for his wife to attend a reunion at Washington University. What are the chances that we would be enjoying a frozen custard treat at the same time?!
This is almost as crazy as last spring when I bumped into a US colleague in a crosswalk in Edinburgh, Scotland. I know I’ve said it a lot of times, but I’m continually amazed at how small the world is!