Best Friend MIA

Last night, I rode the E train to West 4th and then the F train to 2nd Ave where I exited from the front of the train onto Housten/Allen St.

As I was leaving the F train, I noticed a man.

He was reading the same issue of the New Yorker that I was reading.
He had iPod white headphones in his ears - which I didn't, but only because I left my iPod at home.
But best of all - the thing that let me know that this man and I were DESTINED to be BEST FRIENDS - was that, as he turned and walked up the stairs in front of me, I saw that on the back of his jean jacket was embroidered one word. "UGH"

"This man speaks my language," I thought.

I slowed my pace. I figured I'd follow him.
But then, he went down Allen St. while I needed to continue East on Houston. And I lost him.

*sigh*

or, rather, UGH.