A Wee Bit Crowded

On Friday night, I ran into a classmate from St. Thomas while out on the town with my boss.

On Saturday night, I hung out with a coworker from my morning job at the house of a coworker from my afternoon job.

And this morning, I may possibly have spied my police class professor in the uppermost row of the balcony at Gloria Dei Lutheran Church.

So I suppose that the tinny rendition of "It's A Small World After All" playing on repeat in my head is perfectly natural, then?