Today in Menlo Park, who should walk by but Bill, principal of the firm where I’ve been working lately (in San Francisco). Our eyes met, I raised a hand in greeting, and he stopped; so I approached, and said:
“Hi! I’ve just been having lunch with my mother, who used to work near here.”
“That’s great. My name’s Larry, by the way. Have a great day.”
The burritos at Mextogo, incidentally, were quite satisfactory.