My lucky day

Two things:

3pm
I'm on Canal street and a man (drunk? crazy?) is walking towards me arms open wide as if to hug me. I step slightly to the side and shake my head at him in a, no, that's okay kind of way.

11:30pm
I at the canal street train station walking towards the Q train. A man (crazy? homeless?) is coming down the corridor dragging a suitcase on wheels behind him. "Are you my wife?" he asks. I shake my head gently, in a no, I'm not sort of way.