I was behind you and your friend in line at the Broad when I overheard the conversation that there were no more tickets left for that day. It just so happened that two of my friends didn't show so it all worked out.
We parted ways once inside but I ran into you again at the gift shop where we had small talk about the art, that you were visiting from NY, staying in Venice, and flying back that night.
I can't believe what a coincidence it was. Maybe we'll run into each other again.
