My husband and I grew up less than 5 miles from each other and never knew each other. He worked in a grocery store at the age of 18 (now 59 years old) as a box boy. My mother used to shop at that market even though it was about 15 to 20 minutes from our home. She swears she remembers my husband when he was 18, working at that store as a box boy. She said he was always so very polite and helpful. It was probably 10 years after that, that my hubby and I met, fell in love and married (28 years ago). So, my Mom knew my husband years before I did.
I love this post very much. I love hearing stories like this. I love reminders of how small this world really is. It's a very cozy and comfy little world.