I meet La Doug at Ollie's tonight (check!) for fake Chinese food (check!) before going to watch Le Nozze di Figaro at the Met (check!) where we are subscribers (check!).
Over sesame wontons and shrimp chow fun, I tell La Doug that I'm thinking of finding a psychiatrist (check!) because I'm having this anxiety problem (check!) where, well, I won't go into details because it's TMI (check!).
The guy next to us, who's sitting just twelve inches away because the tables are crammed so close together (check!), gets up to leave. He deposits a card on the table. "Hope you don't mind, heard you were looking for a therapist. Here's my therapist's number. She's very good. Give her a call." (Check, check and check, please!)
How New York is that?
Heh. LOL. You are a New Yorker now, if there was any doubt.