The Subway is, by far, the cheapest and most effective way to navigate the streets of New York City. It can also be the place for high adventure, embarrassment, and some laughs.
One lovely spring morning in 2005, my wife, Marjorie and I left our Times Square hotel to head downtown to the Wall Street/Battery Park area. After all, we live in the Battery Park area of Charleston, SC. LOL
As always, the Subway was amass with people of all shapes, sizes, and modes of dress. Most Subway riders are not dressed to the nines. Maybe about sixes or sevens. We (and by “we” I mean “I”) was about a 6 1/2. Marjorie always rates at 10 in whatever she wears. How’s that for a CYA? We noticed a very well dressed gentleman, in a double-breasted suit, probably in his forties, waiting for the next train. It came, and he got on just ahead of us. The train was crowded, of course, and he sat down on a bench seat close to us. There was a small space next to him. Old Smarty Pants, me, insisted that Margie sit down in that adjacent space. She resisted at first, but then began to sit down.
Murphy lives!! As she tried to sit, the train lurched.
She fell to her knees on the Subway floor and placed her face firmly in the gentleman’s lap. The whole train, except me, broke out in loud laughter. I shouted some possible obscenities about the situation and Marjorie said to the gentleman, “Nice meeting you,“ with a beautiful smile. At that point, I even started laughing.
What a way to start our day, and can you imagine the water cooler office conversation that gentleman enjoyed. We continue to laugh at that event and are laughing as I write this story. Only in New York. Enuf