Yesterday I was on the 6 train headed downtown to a meeting with one of my favorite content partners. I was in my own world, listening to a blues playlist I’d made and mentally preparing for the meeting.
I tend to stand on the trains, since I sit most of the day. Standing on the train, means I do a shuffle at each stop, so I don’t get in anyone’s way. At one stop, I moved out of the way for a very nice man, who smiled thanks as I moved to the left. I nodded and then a spark of recognition flashed through me. I knew this person, and wanted to look up to confirm. It was then that an other genetic action kicks in – don’t look up. See this only happens if you are from either, NYC (area), LA or Nashville: you know it’s a celebrity and you don’t gawk.
