On our way home from dinner, Denise and I got separated on the Tube. She made it on to the train (we were transferring) and the doors closed with me still on the platform. I imagined an episode of Seinfeld where we chased each other around the subway system for hours trying to reconnect. That didn’t happen. We meet up at our hotel’s stop. Not a very exciting story, since nothing went wrong, but we got a laugh out of it.