Lately, it seems I have been running into a lot of people I have not seen in a long time and was not expecting to see. If I am above 14th Street, a former colleague taps on the window while I am having lunch with a client, a childhood friend is at the table next to me at the Harvard Club or an old neighbor is walking into the same Chelsea restaurant as I am. If I find myself in Brooklyn, then I see
former college classmates and chances are I haven’t showered and am wearing running clothes – the exact look one hopes to have when seeing people for the first time in a decade. If I am at the airport, then I run into Ben Bernanke, but I am not sure he counts since I don’t technically know him.
The strangest run-in occurred when I was on my way home from my dinner with friends*. While I previously declared I was going to cut back on cab rides, I did find myself in a cab on Friday night. After dropping my friend at her apartment, I told the driver where I live and we were on our way. And then he said to me “I drove you home last night.”** Since cab drivers have previously said some strange things to me (“you smell amazing”, “I know a shortcut to JFK”, “driving cabs is not my main job”), I didn’t immediately believe him. By the time he told me where he had picked me up on Thursday, I remembered being in his cab the night before and being slightly annoyed that he was almost yelling on his phone (such a rare occurrence, how could I have momentarily forgotten him?). Like Bernanke, I am not sure he counts since I don’t technically know him, but it was still strange. So if you live in New York and have been wondering about the chances of having the same cab driver twice, now you have your answer: High if you are in the middle of a trend.
*LDZ – you asked how you can get a mention. Apparently, all you had to
do was go to dinner with me on Friday and share a cab home.
**You caught me. I have not cut down all that much.