It’s Monday morning – I’m up! I’m up early actually, showered, getting ready to go. I’m on time, this is refreshing!
Until I look at the time and oh, okay. I’m running late now. I missed the bus I planned on taking – so – UGH my heels are so high – by the time I walk to the subway – I’ll want to cry. OK, next idea. Jump in my car – drive to the subway. No way can I drive into Manhattan (nowhere to park).
Parallel parking time! 🙂 Hit the car parked behind me – love tap really…. whatever it’s fine. A beep – Fuck. there is somebody in the car. Caught. Hopefully it’s not bad. It’s not. I apologize and run away down the stairs to, “the next L train its now arriving on the…Manhattan bound track.”
Great… run! Swipe MetroCard – “Insufficient Fare.” Ugh – Monday – long lines of course. Add myself to the shortest line. This line is short because the machine isn’t working, obviously. Next line – my credit card can not be read. Would I like to try again? Sure. My debit card, my other credit card, my Amex, my boss’ credit card. None of these can be read. It’s not the cards of course, it’s the machine. Again? Really? That other person’s card worked on it though.
The 2nd Manhattan-bound L train is now departing. Beep. Beep. Beep. As people keep filing through the turnstile and loading into the cramped L train. I get off the Metrocard line. I have no cash because I spent it all at the cash only restaurant I got a really great burger at yesterday. Great. Start to have a mild panic attack as the train pulls out of the station. Then I remember I have approximately 2 lbs. of change a the bottom of my handbag. Back to the MetroCard refill line, one more time. Another L train approaches. Somehow the line goes quickly. I grab my ticket and run through the turnstile. Get on the train. Crammed in. Happy I made it but so unhappy at the same time.
Smelly armpit man puts it right in my face as he grabs on to the bar right above my head. I am being touched in various places I do not wish to be touched in. I’m not pleased. I’m counting down the seconds until I get to Union Square to break free from this prison into the insanity that is exiting L train to catch the next connecting train.
Hopefully my dress isn’t too short so people behind me can’t see my ass as I walk up the stairs. Hopefully they won’t look. But they will look. I would look.
OK, thank god that’s over with.
Walking over to the next train, pass the screaming Jesus lady at Union Square. Right on schedule. She’s screaming at all of us, but nobody in particular about following the lord. I wonder if anyone follows her advice, talks to her or tells her to pipe down?
OK, next train. It’s on time thank god and I’m not waiting at all for it. There’s a really cute guy in this subway. And a really pretty 20 something female with gorgeous red lipstick and a weird haircut that I’m starting to vibe with. Finally get to my stop and stand in line to exit the subway to the street. And a blast of steaming air blows into my face. Ugh – the steam… ew. OK – hey Happy Monday. First day of a short week. And it’s just gonna be a great one, I can feel it.