King's Cross Two Step

Had a funny encounter today.  It occurred in the large space in King's Cross tube station, you know, the bit at the top of the escalators from the Northern Line where you have to cross over the over-crowded area to get to the met/circle etc lines? Well anyway, like I said, it's ridiculously crowded, but experienced London commuters somehow manage to criss cross each other in all directions seamlessly and at a furious pace (I'm sure some kind of simile should be inserted here, but I can't think of it...). Well, not all commuters.  A well-dressed gentleman and I, coming from opposite sides of the chasm, seemed to be on a crash course for each other, and instead of expertly manoeuvering around each other and carrying on our separate ways, we engaged in some kind of awkward, dithering series of side steps and body jerks, which went on far longer than it should.  We were like two awkward teenagers at their first disco - not daring to look one another in the eye while our bodies wiggled close together but not quite touching (...knew I'd get a simile in there somewhere).  Anyway, finally we disentangled ourselves from each other's personal spaces, acknowledged the ridiculousness of the situation with a quick catching of the eye, and carried on with the rest of our journey.  It's funny - all those people, and that's pretty much the extent of human interaction that you can expect...a shy little dance on the station floor...