Tuesday, Tuesday

Penn Station makes me laugh. It's infinitely amusing to see 50 yr old adults dressed up in suits and business attire run like a mob of 4th graders to recess when their train is announced over the booming speaker. I've never found the need to run for my train but I think some of the NJ Transit trains have gates that are far away and when the track number is called, some of these highly professional and poised people assume a panicked look on their face and tear off in a semi-sprint. What a riot!

At lunch I had to rush to Fashion Ave (7th Ave) to get thread. (I can't get thread in Philly unless I go to "Fabric Row" on a weekend b/c I can't make it during their business hours in the week). The Garment District in NYC is neat. (I wish I was a dressmaker!) All sorts of fun shops selling fabric, ribbons and sewing notions line the crosstreets of Fashion Ave in the Garment District. All was good except I couldn't find the original shop I was looking for so I had to ask around for an alternate thread shop. How hard is it to find thread in this city?!?!?!?

I finally got what I needed and was running a little late heading back. I get off at my subway stop at Rock Center but I didn't recognize the exit I was at. I kept searching for the familiar underground tunnel that connects the subway to my building. As I neared the subway exit I was busy trying to read the signs on the other side of the exit turnstiles before I actually went thru them. Because you can't go back once you've gone thru the turnstile (they don't go in reverse, only forward so you can't get back in the subway after you leave). I'm reading the signs......concentrating......trying to find that familiar tunnel location......before I realize it, I go thru the turnstile and.....BOOM! Metal bars -- 2 inches from my face!

Which brings us to today's most embarassing moment:
I had gone thru the exit turnstile and, because of my intense sign-reading, I didn't notice the exit was closed off on the other side by a movable metal partition that looked like a jail cell front. I am now stuck in an 18"x12" box between turnstile and jail cell gate and the turnstile won't go backwards. I am stuck in what looks like a mini prison and a man in the corner who looks like he is "of the street" is laughing at me and harshly asks me, "What are you doing!?".
As if maybe I was trying out some new Houdini trick or something? "What the heck does it look like I'm doing? I am stuck you idiot!! Does it look like I did this on purpose?!" was what the New York Lori wanted to say but I really said something a bit more polite. I tried to gracefully jump over the turnstile which took a few tries because I am wearing a fitted skirt. I banged my shin hard in the first attempt but finally made it out.

See, mom & dad, I'm still as uncoordinated and klutzy as always. Will I ever grow out of this? Between Monday's Platter Attack and Teusday's Turnstile Trauma let's hope that I don't have a bruise slideshow to post on Friday's blog.

AHAHAHAHAHA! I will laugh at myself so that I don't cry! :) Who needs cable? I am my own amusement these days.

Enough about me. Kyle's been a little sick these past few days but we've been pumping him with NyQuil and Vitamin C. He's such a trooper. Still studying a lot but we've been trying to go to bed early and get lots of rest. Pray for our health this winter. The last thing we need is to battle some crazy bird flu.