Two Annette Mason's in Charlotte, N. C.

I just had to share with you something weird that happened yesterday. I was in a small gift shop and ready to make a purchase. I walked up to the counter and the sales lady was helping someone else. She said, “Well, Annette, how are you doing?” I looked at her, but she was looking at the other lady, who said she was fine. Of course, since there are not many Annette’s in the world, I said to the lady that my name is Annette also. She said that it was certainly unusual to run into another Annette. Then she said, Well, I’m glad to meet you, Annette; I’m Annette Mason." I almost fell to the floor. Was she joking? No, she wasn’t. I said to her, "My name is Annette Mason as well."

We were both in shock, and especially so, when we found out that we live in neighboring neighborhoods, and we shop at a lot of the same places. We could have been “sisters” except for the fact that she is twenty or so years younger than me. What a small, unusual world!