A perfect stranger just saved my life.
I was crossing Tottenham Court Road, wrapped up in my thoughts as great men so often are, and it somehow slipped my mind that traffic on that road goes in the same direction in both lanes. Most of the way over the first lane safely, I glanced in the other direction and of course saw nothing coming. So I was about to step out when suddenly a woman put her hand to my shoulder, stopping me as an angrily honking taxi zoomed past.
I mumbled ‘thanks’ and reeled at my stupidity. but before I could properly express my gratitude and/or hit on her, she was off.
So, on the laughable offchance that the kind, alert and really very attractive 5'9ish young woman with short blonde hair and an iPod is reading this: thank you so very much. You’re a lifesaver. Can I buy you a drink?