During the World Series of Poker, I sometimes meet up with clients for a short visit during their tournament breaks. If they text me and say something like, “I’m at table 119 and we have a break in 26 minutes,” then there is a greater than zero probability that I will magically appear at table 119 in 26 minutes.
There were a couple times when I was walking from my room toward the tournament area to meet a client on break, and I was a little late. You’ve seen salmon struggling to swim upstream, right? Imagine if those salmon had thousands of other salmon swimming AT them, not with them. That’s what it was like trying to get to table 119, 27 minutes after I got the text.
Here’s the main hallway in the main tournament room where poker players go each year to spawn.
Imagine that center aisle full of a thousand people who have to pee coming at you. What I noticed when walking into this walking wave of humanity going the other direction is how easy is it for us to not run into each other. If all those bodies were moving in straight lines and at uniform speed, it would be a slalom-like athletic achievement to get through it unbumped. As it was, no problem. We all instinctively give each other space, at the table, in the hallway, and I feel a Kumbaya moment coming on.