My sister and I were on a European tour in 1995 and were in Barcelona or Madrid (I don't remember which city) and decided we would just break down and go to Burger King. Guess we both were hankering for a burger. As we were chatting in the elevator about finding the place, a nice looking man said he was going there and we could join him. We exchanged all the pleasantries and discovered that he and I were originally from the same county in Mississippi. We started asking about certain people and he knew them all, like my aunt and uncle. He even had an adolescent crush on my cousin.
Weird, being on the other side of the world and meeting someone in a elevator who knew my family, and knew them well. I had to call my aunt that night and sure enough, she remembered him.