A Chance Encounter

[intriguess]

I was interviewing today, this would be the day that would set me for years to say the least. So my hair was carefully done up, soft make up, and proffesionally dressed. I was in a rush to reach my last interview, praying my nerves could withstand the process. I was so busy going over what I needed to say that I never saw him even as I ran smack dab into him.....

 

[captainb]

It's never good to hurry down a city street while adjusting your briefcase, sipping from a styrofoam cup of coffee, and talking on a cell phone. I needed to get across town for a presentation and I had just yelled out, "Taxi!" when I turned the corner and ran smack into her. The cup sailed onto the sidewalk and my briefcase and her binder fell, our papers mixing on the sidewalk. We both knelt at the same time to grab our things when a voice from the curb said, "One of you's need a taxi?" I raised my eyes and met hers, and we both looked at the cab.

 

[intriguess]

I blinked a few times as I tried to gather my things, glancing at my watch realizing I was already late. "No, I don't need the cab, thanks." I stood rather quickly thanking a higher power that my clothing was still neat.

It wasn't until my interview that I realized I still had some of his papers and that my stash of business cards were gone.

I merely hoped he'd contact me as nothing I had gave me a clue where to look for him.

I was soaking in a nice hot bubble bath when the phone rang.

 

[captainb]

I slumped in the back of the cab as it worked its way home through the evening traffic. What a mess this day had turned into. The papers I'd worked so hard on this past week... gone. Either picked up by that woman or blown away by countless feet. I looked at the short stack of business cards and opened my cell phone, hoping that there was something left to salvage.

It picked up on the fourth ring.

"Hello?" A woman's voice.

"Hi, is this Carol?" I asked.

"Who is this?"

"Uh, my name's Jim. I think we... ran into each other this afternoon. I...um... well, I'm sorry, but somehow I ended up with some of your business cards. I wouldn't have called you," I hastened to say, "but I think you may have picked up a few things of mine by accident?"

 

[intriguess]

I was still dripping as I picked up the phone. The voice sounded vaguely familiar and once he started talking I recalled the face. I managed to say that I did have his papers as I struggled to dry my hair.