Walking through Village View from 1st Ave to Ave A. Someone called, I like your t-shirt. It was a laundry-day selection from B&H restaurant with their motto: Challah por favor.
I like your dog, I called back.
B&H is closed now? he continued.
Yes, til mid-August. We commiserated & that led to talk of his dog & our desires to monetize things like his cute dog & my ability to remember birthdays. We talked about a surprising amount of things, agreeing, joshing, stopping just short of making a playdate between Murphy, his corgi, and my cat. I know his name (Robert) & birthday, & somehow, everything I need to. I love that kind of New York City encounter, brief but complete, leaving both of pleased & feeling like we have a new friend even if just for a few minutes & we never see each other again. A one night stand friendship: satisfying & it ends there.