What Are The Chances?

I was thinking of an old friend today and wondered what the chances were that I would run into her randomly on the streets. Out of 8-12 million people here in the City, what would be the mere chances?

I don't know. Every day there are different faces on the same path I take to work and home, and not one person is in the same place at the same time. Except me, it seems. I don't recognize anyone. And I travel to and fro at almost exactly the same time each day.

I guess that's the key. Almost. But what are the chances that people ever follow the same exact pattern each day of their lives? Taking the same train and riding in the same car at the same time time each day? Even I don't do that.

One could find comfort in this. A world of strangers each and every day. In a way, I guess it could be comforting to be an anonymous face in a city of millions, just going through the motions of every day life.

I guess I just hope to run into her, especially since I haven't a way to get in touch with her.