One time this happened...

I fumbled into my ex's apartment building, still clutching the takeout container from the ill-conceived date the night before. I stood there in the vestibule, trying to summon the courage to buzz myself out.

I tripped on the bus steps and face-planted in front of a group of giggling school kids. On my way to work.

I was washing my hands when I accidentally triggered the sink next to me. Then another.

A guy across the street lifted his arm and waved. I enthusiastically waved back.

I bought new jeans online and walked into a quiet bookstore—only to discover they made a loud rubbery squeak every time I moved. Someone looked up expecting to see a balloon animal.

I saw someone who looked exactly like my friend from behind. Without thinking I shouted, “HEY QUEEN!” She turned around.