As you read this, I’ll be basking in the warm sun on a Florida beach. I’m not sure where you’ll be when reading this, but I’m pretty sure I’ll be coming out the winner. Seems only fair considering I was moving boxes in the rain just a few Sundays ago.
But here’s the thing about that Florida beach — it seems there will be quite the collection of Pharos-Tribune staffers there. It wasn’t planned. Heck, until a couple days ago, we didn’t even realize it.
Here’s what happened ...
A while back, a reporter came to me, asking for a couple days off to take a long weekend. Looking over the calendar, I see her days coincide with my planned days off.
“Hmm, well,” I say, “I’ll be in Florida those days, but we can probably swing both of us off.”
“Wait,” she says. “You’re going to Florida those days?”
“Yeah,” I respond. “A friend has to go to a wedding and a few of us girls are just tagging along for a long weekend in the sun and sand. Why?”
“What part of Florida are you going to?” she returned.
“A place called Lido Beach or something. I’ve never heard of it. We’re flying into Tampa, I know at least that mu...,” I try to finish saying before she chimes in with a gasp and “No way!”
“Way,” I say, probably with a furled brow from confusion.
“No way!” I repeat, now sharing her previously unexplained excitement.
We then start comparing flights with hopes we’d actually see each other at the airport or maybe even fly down together. We won’t, but we’ll be in the same area at the same time, some 1,100 miles away.
If that wasn’t weird enough, I received an email from the sports editor a couple days ago, reminding me he’s off this weekend. “I have a wedding in Florida to go to,” he writes.
So, I walk out to his desk.
“So, you’re going to a wedding in Florida this weekend?” I ask.
“Yeah, my buddy is getting married,” he said.
“Might this wedding be in Lido Beach?” I ask.
He’s now looking at me as if I’m possibly stalking him, finally answering with an exaggerated “Yeeeeah.”
“Me, too!” I say, likely too excitedly.
“You’re going to my buddy’s wedding?” he asks with a tilted head and the same furled brow I had when I was on his side of this same conversation.
“Well, sorta,” I respond. “I’m tagging along with a friend who’s going to that wedding.”
Turns out he’s part of the bridal party. We’ll even be on the same flight.
But, wait ... there’s more!
While the rest of us are just taking a long weekend, the PT photographer has been on vacation all week. And where did he go? About 5 miles from where the rest of us will be staying. He’ll be heading home just when the rest of our fun gets started.
Sadly, we’ll not all be able to gather for dinner any night. From the sounds of it, we’ll likely not even cross paths once we get to Florida. But what are the odds that we’ll all be somewhere so far away at the same time?
Mickey Mouse was right. It really is a small world.
Misty Knisely is managing editor of the Pharos-Tribune. She can be reached at 574-732-5155 or at email@example.com
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