And another serendipitous thing...

I was very nice to a gentleman tonight at my wee part time job (where I am an usher, I ush) and let him sit in the box seats (usually reserved but not on a night when it's general admission). So it wasn't really a big deal - he was allowed but he actually asked for permission and I gave it. Afterward, he came over and thanked me and said if there's ever anything he can do for me, let him know, and gave me his card.

Why is this so serendipitous you ask?

Well, his card revealed him to be employed in a field I have recently begun courting as my own, at perhaps the most impressive venue for such things in our fair city...

and - he was cute.