Sometimes you meet random people and you don’t think anything of it. Sometimes you meet random people and it’s a bit more. I walked into Equinox Brewing this afternoon for my weekly Global Biodiversity Center meeting and was greeted by the barkeep. I asked for a Dunkel and he asked for my i.d. He immediately noticed my last name and said our last names differed by only a letter. I quickly retorted from experience that he had an ‘e’ on the end of his, but he quickly retorted that, no, his last name started with a ‘y’ instead of a ‘j’. A fellow Pole!
For those of you not in the know, a Pole is a native from Poland or someone who has Polish ancestry. We both have Polish ancestry, which, not that huge of a thing on its own. But most Polish people have really long last names that end in some stereotypic way like ‘…ski’. Turns out, only a very small group of people from an isolated region in Poland have very short last names like the barkeep and me. And he kind of looks like a Job, which is the weird thing. Oh and his name is Michael, just like my paternal grandfather, who is from Poland. So maybe I just met my brother from another mother…land. Pretty cool random meeting if you ask me!