One night when I lived in Manhattan I was walking home from work late at night. I passed a family unloading their car outside a hotel. The mother dropped a blanket without noticing, and I grabbed it and ran up to give it back to her, not realizing it was Kourtney Kardashian and Scott Disick (with baby Mason). They were super sweet, and looked so exhausted that I went on my way and let them be. One of those New York moments, you know?
Trying to not drop out (in which I did not succeed. I wasn’t the only one of my friends to lose this battle, either)