Strange day yesterday. The night before last I accidentally left a portfolio full of resumes, business cards, checkbooks and the like in the back of a cab and woke up to a text message from the good samaritan who found it offering its return. We traded texts and ended up deciding that he would just leave it at the security desk at his apartment building and I’d swing by to pick it up. Upon arrival I realize that he lives in the same building in Flatiron that two other friends just moved into, two floors above.
Then last night I have a dinner date, followed by drinks, and after walking her home and arriving at her front door am surprised to find that she lives in the same three-floor building in Williamsburg that a friend I’ve known for 14 years lives in, two floors below.
This morning the Facebook intarwebz tell me that the same dinner date is also, completely independent of me, mutual friends with a former downstairs neighbor of mine from when I first moved to New York.
Weird.
