So... I'm doing some shopping, and not paying much attention when the check-out lady asks me if I have a discount card.
I tell her no, and she asks me if I want to consider getting one because I would save a lot of money if I did.
I again decline, but something about the woman's accent made me look at her name tag.
It says: "Natasha."
I ask her: "Where are you from Natasha?"
And she smiles and says (a little apologetically?) "Ukraine."
"Really?" I ask. "Where in Ukraine."
I can tell that at first she is a little uncomfortable, and says simply: "South..."
"Like Odessa?" I ask.
That makes her stop and look at me. "No, I lived about an hour from there..."
"Nikoleav?"
Now she is impressed. I can see her wonder how I knew, and I smile and tell her I was just in Kiev in June.
I ask her how long she has been here. She tells me about one year. And then she asks me if I went to Kiev on business or to meet someone there.
So, I tell her that I met my fiance there, and now I am fighting with the INS trying to get her here.
She asks me how long its been, and I said two months, and she says: "Mark, it took me seven months!"
Unhappily, there were other people in line now, so I had to leave without getting more information. Considering that she is from Ukraine and lives somewhere in my neighborhood, I really wish I had gotten her name for Victoria when she gets here.
[Jack, I know you know a bunch of the people here in the metroplex... if you think you might know her, drop me an email, and I'll tell you the store and town I met her in...]
But it is a small world, eh?