An entry today in the excellent blog 'why was daddy kissing that man in the park?' refers to those embarrassing moments when you can't get past someone in the street because you keep stepping to the same side.
It reminded me of an occasion in a London nightclub.
I went off in search of the toilets. My mind was elsewhere and as I walked along with my head down I nearly barged into a guy coming towards me. I moved to the left, and he went the same way, I moved to the right, and he went the same way.
So I stood rock still, and said 'You go first'. He didn't move. I looked up to see my own steely gaze reflected in the mirror I had so nearly collided into.
Above the music I could hear only the sound of laughter.