So me and my friend Miranda, who is from New Zealand, were at the Reading Terminal Market in Philadelphia, waiting in line to use the bathroom.
We were chatting, and the lady in front us turns around and says something like, "Sorry to interrupt, but I'm also from New Zealand." We had not mentioned anything about NZ in our conversation, but I figured she might have recognized Miranda from her accent.
So we chatted for a few minutes, then went back to our own conversations. A few minutes after that she turns around again and says something like "God has spoken to me and told me that I must help you with your watermelon problem." Miranda was deathly allergic to watermelon. Again, no mention in our conversation WHATSOEVER about watermelon and/or her allergies.