I'm so glad you asked: it's one of my very favorite small-world stories!
It was parents' weekend. You were making the board for the human chess game, in the hall on the first floor of Seelye. I came along (with Becca or Marguerite or Melissa, presuambly) to hang out an show off my l33t juggling skillz. Along the course of conversation, someone mentioned contact juggling, and someone else asked what that meant. You so proficiently explained by referencing the Escher scene in Labyrinth. I said, "I know a contact juggler." You said, "I know one too." I said, "My contact juggler is named Michael." You said, "Mine is too." And it turned out that you had a photo of my boyfriend in your wallet! :)
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It was parents' weekend. You were making the board for the human chess game, in the hall on the first floor of Seelye. I came along (with Becca or Marguerite or Melissa, presuambly) to hang out an show off my l33t juggling skillz. Along the course of conversation, someone mentioned contact juggling, and someone else asked what that meant. You so proficiently explained by referencing the Escher scene in Labyrinth. I said, "I know a contact juggler." You said, "I know one too." I said, "My contact juggler is named Michael." You said, "Mine is too." And it turned out that you had a photo of my boyfriend in your wallet! :)