Misencounter

We had tried to meet on earlier occasions, which led to a couple of hilarious misencounters. The first time we were to meet at the Biltmore Men's Bar, (even the name is impossible today!) and I was waiting in the downstairs bar, and he was waiting in the upstairs bar, each thinking the other had stood him up!

As is logical, the meeting illustrates mutual differences until it becomes an emblem of a misencounter.