The Strangest Strange Thing

I step into the lift of our building and see the old lady that's always doing her laundry when we are. I look around and there's another girl, clearly related because they look so similar.

I stare at her more closely and she stares back at me.

"Do you go to Punk Rope?" I quiz her.
"Yes." She replies.
"Do you go to Anderson's Martial Arts?" I fire at her.
"Yes." She replies again.
And without respite I ask, "Do you live here?"
"Yes." She responds again.

That's so weird, particularly as Anderson's is a 25-minute walk from our place so not a convenient, round-the-corner hobby. So weird.