Yesterday as I got off the train, someone was whistling behind me. I had my headphones on and it was annoying, so I ignored it. Suddenly the whistler was right next to me, so I turned my head to look at him, and I was looking right at my husband. Andy had been trying to get my attention. I laughed my butt off, as he was the last person I expected to see.
Andy and I rode the same train home last night, and didn’t realize the other was on the train. Subway trains are really large and have a lot of people packed in them, but, there have been times when my husband and I have been in the same car and had no idea until we reached our stop. If I had just looked around, I would have seen him.
In hindsight, I guess I didn’t see him because I wasn’t looking for him, or maybe it’s because of the lack of eye contact that New Yorkers strive for. In any case, it always shocks me. I never expect to see a familiar face in a sea of strangers. How can my partner in life be standing 12 feet away from me, and I have no idea? That’s NYC for you.