A man spends a morning waiting vainly for a cameraman who spends the same morning waiting vainly for him.

This actually happened to Asimov, he explains in his afterword, in exactly the fashion described, which therefore gives it a certain amount of interest it might otherwise lack. It would seem, however, that a number of people found it rather implausible and complained to him about the fact, although I don’t see why, similar things having happened to me often enough.

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	Puzzles of the Black Widowers