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I work near union square. After work today, my plans change about five times. Go to Filene’s. Get on bus. Get off bus. Go to Loehmann’s. Get on subway. Next thing I know I’m at the 1 train at 18th St. & 7th Ave. At 34th St., an express train pulls into the station. I consider jumping on it to save a few minutes. My feet hurt, so I decide against it. I stay seated. I’m listening to music & reading my email. We pull into 50th street. I get pissed because this guy gets on the train and sits RIGHT next to me. There are plenty of other seats opens.
Then he kisses me.
I look up. It’s my boyfriend. Of all the trains in New York. Of all the detours I took or didn’t take. Of all the cars he could have entered on that very same train. We were on the same one.
