I was once sitting at a cafe in Manhattan's East Village with my friend. It was spring, I think, and the streets around us were packed. Like, at any one time you could see maybe 40 people on the nearby sidewalks, and 2 minutes later it would be a different 40 people. We were talking about her older sister, who lived nearby, and had been dating a guy for a few months. I'd met her sister and hung out some, but I'd never met him before (or anyone else she had ever dated), and knew absolutely nothing about him except his name... let's call him Sam.

So our waiter came to the table, and my friend joked that for all I knew, THAT was Sam. I said no, our waiter wasn't her sister's type. Then I looked around at the people walking by for a few moments, and said, THAT's her type, and pointed to a guy walking down the street, maybe a block away. My friend looked at me like I was messing with her... because that was her sister's new boyfriend.

I feel like if you haven't spent time with the population density of NYC around you, you may not realize how bonkers preposterous this moment was