The (Dreaded) Subway!

Today I had some business to take care of in the city, Manhattan, otherwise known as the
‘Concrete jungle’, but I digress, my loving husband came with me as I have no sense of direction for one, and two, and I have an aversion to the Subway system. As I’ve said before, I can hardly find my way out of a paper bag much less to traverse the subway. I am quite claustrophobic and I am okay as long as we’re above ground, the minute we go underground and into the tunnels I am hyperventilating and panicking, thinking there’s not enough air to breathe under there, which is quite irrational I know, but that’s what I’m thinking while everyone else is relaxed and doing whatever.

We had to transfer trains three different times to get to our destination. That’s a feat within itself because you get off one train and you just don’t go across the platform and wait for the other, nooo that would’ve been too easy. You have to walk a mile, go upstairs and know which exit to get off or you’ll end up uptown going to the Bronx instead of midtown Manhattan!

On our second transfer, we got to the train just as the door opened and people are pushing and jostling to get in and just as I was about to get in , this big woman who was as wide as the opened subway doors stepped right in front of me and cut me off!! Trying to get around her I bumped into this little old man who was trying his best to cut me off too!! What the heck do I look like today, chopped liver!! I side-stepped him and just as I was about to get in, the door closed.in.my.face!!! Damn!! I’m standing there like I’m stupid and Winston is in the closed train giving me the evil eye as if to say “what the hell is wrong with you? Train pulled out! Huh!! OMG!! OMG!!
I didn’t panic! I walked away and tried to call him on my cell phone, except you don’t get service underground. “What do I do?’ “What do I do now?” I text him and told him not to return
Just text me back and tell me where to meet him.


Didn’t get that either, nothing works underground!!!!

So I did the next best thing and sat on one of the wooden benches, crossed my legs and patiently waited for him to return as I knew he would, all the while pretending to be a sophisticated New Yorker who’s so knowledgeable about the subway and whom didn’t just get the door slammed.in. her face!!! Slammed.in.my.face!!! Damn!!
He came back and looked at me, shook his head and started laughing his head off! I pretended I didn’t know him…..This time he stood me in front of him as we boarded the next oncoming train to continue our interrupted journey....I was so grateful to have him with me, I treated us to lunch at Mickey Dees………Later!