New York City

Metropolitan Diary: Spare tissue

Dear Diary:

My wife and I were on an escalator at the Port Authority Terminal, on our way home from the theater. I asked my wife, who was two steps ahead of me, if she had a tissue.

She said yes and that she would give me one when we reached the top.

Suddenly, a hand holding a small pack of tissues reached over my shoulder. I turned to see a woman standing behind me with a smile on her face.

“Here you go,” she said, “and keep the package.”

— Stuart Schwartz