Evening rush hour on the 2 train – A middle-aged woman dashes between the closing doors and trips over a seated man’s foot.
Man nods, doesn’t say anything.
Woman, touching her forehead a little flustered: I’m sorry I ran into you.
Man: No worries.
Woman: I just saw my son on the platform. Out of the blue. Of all people…
Man, now with an unmistakable British accent: I ran into a mate of mine from Leeds on the L train.
Woman: Isn’t that the strangest? It’s like kismet or something.
Man: You think being in New York you can escape. You can’t. It’s like an alternate universe. It’s the smallest city in the world.
Just then I take a sideways glance at the woman sitting next to me. We’re both reading the same book (Three Cups of Tea – highly recommended) and we’re reading the same page at the same time. You better believe this city is small.