Walking out of the post office this morning, a man wearing a white undershirt and gold chain crossed my path. “Good morning,” he said, as he got closer to me.
“Good morning,” I smiled. I’d been up since 7-something and felt pretty good about the day.
Right as we passed one another, he said: “Here, you need one of these.” I looked down at his hand and saw a slip of paper. In black ballpoint ink, it read “Ron,” with a phone number. Without having time to think, I laughed and said “No, thank you!” He laughed, too, and kept on walking.
In my car, I remembered how my friends and I used to think how funny it would be to have pre-written phone numbers ready for such chance meetings. We didn’t realize that people actually do it.