I live about 35 minutes from Cypress Gardens, Florida's first theme park. The first time I went there, I was blown away by what an anachronism it was. Southern Belles standing around the park to have their photos taken with the tourists, a water skiing show, and who knows what.
A week later I was at therapy, sharing a few yuks with my shrink over what a wacky place it was.
Fast forward a few months later, and Cypress Gardens is bankrupt and everyone is fired. As I'm reading about it in the paper I realize with horror that my shrink is the granddaughter of the founder. Oh my stars.
I see a different therapist now (for reasons not having to do with my inadvertent insult), but thought of this again today because her Dad just passed away.