On my recent trip to Thailand, I stopped by Burger King (terrible, I know) for breakfast. Funny side note is that they have no breakfast menu. Anyway, I order my burger in disappointment and an American voice behind me says "Sometimes you just need a taste of home, huh?" I turned to acknowledge him, noting he was a pilot, and we started up the below conversation while waiting on our food:
Pilot: So where in the U.S. are you from?
Me: Virginia
Pilot: Really, me too. What part?
Me: Virginia Beach.
Pilot: No way! I'm from the Beach too, where did you go to high school?
Me: Cox , and you?
Pilot: This is freaking me out, I'm the class of '90.
OK, so it wasn't perfect as I was the class of '94, but still you have to admit that having a conversation at the Shanghai airport Burger King with an alumni of your same high school is pretty cool.
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