One evening, while going to a small concert being held at Martini’s, I was just entering the door of the establishment when a woman Was coming out in a rush with tears in her eyes. I moved as quickly to one side as I could - to give her free passage. She did the same only to the same side as I and in a most compromising Manner we solidly ran our two heads together with a thud. She immediately jumped to the other side to get out of the door. It seemed as if I were as unlucky as she for as she sprang to one side, so did I - A second time, and a third – as if I were intentionally trying to block her way. It was ridiculous and though she smiled through her tears I felt so unbelievably Inadequate to move anywhere, so finally I just stood still so she could pass. But the guilt of those tears beckoned me that this literal bumping into each other Was not by mere chance, so much so that I now had not a reason to see the concert. So I stepped back out of the doorway and followed her with my eye As she made her way down the sidewalk. She looked back at me twice looking like she was running away from me. To anyone else who might have been watching it might have seemed As if I were the transgressor and indeed one woman Entering Martini’s gave me a look of scorn as if I Were the reason for the woman’s tears. I shook my head trying to say, “No, it isn’t me,” but it seemed A futile plea to her as she had condemned me already. But whether I was to blame or not mattered little Because as a human being - did I not have the duty to reach out To any creature who might be in distress? I made a thought in my head that said that I should apologize So I started out after her – no that’s not the correct translation – I lit out after her, whoever she was, hoping that I could be of some assistance.
When I had caught up to her she was standing on the corner hailing a cab. It was dark and she was dressed all in black and every cab that passed Acted as if she were invisible. It was beginning to rain and as I stepped up next to her I took off My coat and wrapped it around her which at first startled her. Then I begged her forgiveness for the earlier incident, trying to Explain that I was merely trying to get out of her way. She answered that she too was guided by the same intention Towards me and she said that it was her fault and not mine. So we reciprocally and sufficiently apologized and thanked Each other until I saw a cab approaching from down the street. I stepped out onto the street and whistled at the cabbie and The driver quickly pulled up beside us. I opened the back door to the cab and handed her in it While she squirmed and removed my coat handing it back to me. One of the buttons on my coat was steadfast hung in her black sweater And as we both tried to free the button – our heads butted again. We both laughed as I said that this was the fourth time that our heads Had met each other tonight. She put her lips to my ear and whispered, “I wish to heaven that you would make me a fifth bumping.” She moved over in the seat and I joined in beside her thinking How life is too short to be long about the forms of it. I will only add that the connection which arose out Of the knots on our heads gave this life more measure Than anything I had yet experienced.