Happenstance

At 1:25 today, I made the conscious decision to stop trying to connect with other people on the streets of New York City.  Too often I'd been burned: no "hello," no polite nod of the head, not even a half-second smile.  In fact, the only person who'd made eye contact with me all morning was a drunk, homeless man wearing a Santa hat.  I would go straight to Penn Station, glancing around only to look for a place to grab lunch on my way.

At 1:30 today, I felt a slap across my chest while I was walking up Broadway Avenue.  I spun around to see who had hit me, but before I had time to register the face, I heard Jim's customary greeting, "Whuddup, Sammas?"

At 1:31 today, I decided that New York City is not as big as it seems.  In addition to randomly getting to have lunch with Jim in Midtown, I had also run into Kristine, a first year UVA medical student, yesterday while crossing Times Square.

And so, I continue to collect evidence to support my theory that New York is just a small town pretending to be the most populous city in the United States of America.

Thanks to Cal the Cripple for hosting me this visit.  Until next time, NYC!