myseatonthesubwayWhen I first visited New York City in October of 2007, a friend and I were getting on a subway train, that was slightly busy. Being my mild, mid-western self, I was slow to get on the train, and slower still to take a seat when one opened up. As the train left the station, my friend mused that were I to move to New York City, it would likely be nine months before I got a seat on the subway.
Several months later, I visited New York again, this time intent upon getting a seat on the subway, something I managed to do more than once. Now, if only I could figure out how to hail a cab or tip a maitre d!