on thursday i met my sister's friend sarah for a drink.
she's in oxford working for a summer program for american high school students and i'm in oxford working for a summer program for american high school students. however: not the same program. i've met sarah several times when visiting my sister in new york, and we're definitely friendly. sarah emailed to ask if i wanted to get a drink and share stories of how dumb kids can be, and of course i agreed. we met at the old tom, a pub near pembroke, had a drink in the back garden, and talked for two hours. very fun, and we're planning to do it again soon. at some point during our conversation i got a phone call, which when you have my job you can't ignore. who has my phone number? only people i work with. and i have to answer when they call. so i talked for a couple minutes, apologized to sarah, and before putting my phone away, said, "it's so funny - only people i work with have my phone number, which i don't even have memorized - the assistant director of the program wrote my phone number on my phone and taped it on the back - she did that for all 5 americans who are working as deans." i flipped over my phone and showed her. AND SHE PULLED HER PHONE OUT AND SHOWED ME EXACTLY THE SAME THING. two separate programs doing pretty much the same thing have both provided their american staff members with phones and just know that they aren't going to memorize their phone numbers.
it was hilarious. i said, "ohmygod we have to take a picture!," as she was pulling her camera out to do exactly that.
(i've blurred out the last two digits of each of our phone numbers so you can't stalk us. fun fact: british phone numbers are read as 07717-323-3xx [all phone numbers appear to start with a zero], instead of 1-234-567-8910. only one of the many differences between our two countries...)
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