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!
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Hi Larry,
ReplyDeleteYour story reminded of my first adventure on a crowded subway. It was right after my college roommate and I had moved to the New York area after college. We were living across the river in Jersey and we decided to explore Manhattan one Saturday. We arrived in the city and decided to take the subway to Midtown.
As the subway pulled in to the station, we notice that it was pretty full. The doors opened and we squeezed our way into the car. My roommate looked toward the end of the car and noticed that there was a seat that was empty. These silly New Yorkers! We elbowed our way down to the end and my roommate started to sit down. That was when we both noticed that someone had gotten sick on the floor and we were both standing in it. To their credit, the other riders didn't say a word but we got more than a few amused looks and smirks throughout the rest of the trip.
It's a jungle out there but it's one that can be fascinating and fun. Best of luck with your move and keep in touch.
Tom C