After spending most of yesterday in my office arranging files for storage, I aimed back towards the garage where I had parked, taking in the mild spring-like weather.  I decided to avoid the crowds and tourists on 42nd Street, and instead walked casually down 43rd St where there were few people, towards Ninth Avenue.  I had a productive day, was looking forward to a nap, and then the Badgers game.

An older man was slowing walking towards me.  He had beard and a turban and was nicely dresssed.  As we met, he looked at me and said very softly, "hello, lucky man."

We both kept moving in our separate directions.  What could he have meant?