It's fate.

I met a lovely family when out horseback riding--they were visiting LA from Alabama, and I told them that should they find themselves in LA, they should come to my workplace. I work at The Grove, I tell them, at the Bunny Bungalow. 

They were there just today, the mother tells me.

The daughter peeks out from behind her mother.


Oh, well now that they've seen the embarrassing side of me at work, I can't do anything more ridiculous during this two hour ride with this family.

Except ride a horse with the same name as me, who walks like my mother drives (slow and steady at her own pace) and therefore caused a traffic jam on the trail. Boy, I hope they never forget me.