I met two old friends/colleagues for lunch today at Spring Street Natural. Somehow all of my “lets catch up” lunches always send me there.
There are only so many topics of conversation you get can into when limited by a lunch catch-up. Even with an incredibly slow server (like we had today) you can’t expect to get past “so tell me everything.”
It seems as though since moving here, the next question I get asked is “any subway stories?”
And yes, I have tons.
I feel that no one shares their stories because everyone operates under the same assumption: What just happened to me wasn’t really that crazy in comparison.
I have a great book title in mind for this, and I’d actually seriously consider working on it as an anthology if there weren’t already a slew of movies and books already published on it.
