Sometimes I walk in the street when I see them ahead of me; often I pretend I'm on a cell phone call.
Yesterday, a young woman caught me off-guard on Astor Place. She reached out her hand as if to shake mine and said, "I'd like to talk to you."
I responded, "Not now, sorry."
She followed me, asking, "Why not now?"
Without missing a beat, I said, "Because someone in my family just died."
"Oh, I'm sorry," she sheepishly replied, recoiling her hand and clipboard.
"Thanks for asking," I shot back weakly, continuing on my merry way to nowhere.
Yes, I felt guilty about projecting death onto an unsuspecting family member, but I didn't feel guilty about not saving something that day.