New York City Adventures

Without kids, without hubby... I'm here in New York.

Don't get too excited. I'm here for work. It is not party time, mmkay.

Yesterday afternoon I rode the R train to my friend's place for dinner and guest-room crashing, No sooner had I sat down in a seat on the subway car, a woman who was big enough for 2 1/2 subway seats sat down to my left.

It was boiling in the city, and hotter than hell in the subway, yet a thick, hot pink velour track suit covered her ripples. Sweat poured from her brow as she asked, "You know if this train stops at Canal Street?"

It wasn't clear who exactly she was asking - so no one responded.

After a minute of somewhat awkward silence, and since her entire right side was attacking me, I decided to speak up. "I don't live here but I think it does," I said to her.

"But you don't know for sure?"

I explained to her that I don't live in New York - I used to but I haven't for a dozen years - so I'm not as sharp on all the train stops as I used to be.

"Hmmph!" was all she replied - and then proceeded to get off the train at Times Square!

The second the train doors closed and she was a fading memory shuffling along the subway platform, the guy to my right muttered under his breath, "Dumb outta towners! She shoulda stayed on the train!"

Why he didn't speak up before she got off the train will forever be a mystery for the ages.