by Jen Bokoff
|Always bustling Times Square —photo by Snorpey, courtesy of Flickr|
I’d like to welcome today’s guest blogger, Jen Bokoff. This post was originally published on City Stories. Anything can happen on the streets of New York, and it does.
Tuesday, May 1, was just like any other May day. I left work, walked through Times Square, got in a quick phone call with mom, people-watched, and had a heaping glass of wine while waiting for comedy show to start.
A friend was going to meet me for the following show, but when he got tied up, I left. It was lovely outside (getting dark, enjoyably warm, fresh air) so I walked down 7th Avenue, thinking I’d take the 2 train back to Brooklyn at 14th st. I thought about getting an ice cream or drink with a friend, but I decided to wait until Brooklyn. If it happened spontaneously, cool, but if not, whatever.
I was in a great mood (thanks, funny comedy show). I ran into a college buddy and said hi for a minute, then kept walking.
Around 18th and 7th, a tall blonde lady dressed to the nines was on her cell phone, bent over, trying not to touch the dog poop her dog had deposited on a newspaper. She had one of those infinite leashes that roll up magically but releases endlessly unless you lock it—but she didn’t lock it, so the dog was all the way across the (wide) sidewalk, leash blocking pedestrians from walking straight. She was oblivious, or if she was aware, she didn’t care: the worst kind of dog-owner.
Good thing I was in a good mood: I laughed to myself about it and walked around. On a whim, I looked back to see if anyone else saw the ridiculous situation. A guy following behind me caught my eye, similarly smirking while shaking his head.
“Can you believe it?”
“Yea, what was that?!”
That could have been it.
It should have been it by all normal interaction conventions.
But two blocks later, we were still making small talk. And then, without thinking twice, I did something I’ve never done before – which I also told him: I asked him if he’d like to join me for a drink.
Then we introduced ourselves.
We were still talking many hours later.
I am always in love with this city, but a ‘New York moment’ like this reminds me what makes this city so special and edgy. No matter what comes of this exchange, I’m thrilled it happened.