today i ran into my upstairs neighbour connor on lansdowne, two weeks after we'd had a sort of weird interaction as i left my house. while i would've liked to have made a better impression this time, i was pretty burnt out after three straight days of covering the nfl draft, which resulted in our conversation playing out like this:
him: "hey man."
me: "hey, how's it going?"
him: "good, you?"
me (using the same cadence i would've if i'd replied "good!"): "you!"