Friday, February 27, 2009

From The New York Times Metropolitan Diary

Below is a slice from the New York Times; Metropolitan Diary Column on Monday February 22, 2009

Read it....


Dear Diary:

My 4-year-old son, Micah, and I have the following morning routine:

We take the F train to Seventh Avenue. Micah gets his “morning paper” from the AM New York guy standing at the subway entrance and we walk to the bus stop. At the bus stop, Micah begs me to let him hold my MetroCard and I say no.

One day in January, I was tired, it was cold, we were late. I relented and gave Micah my MetroCard to hold. The bus came, and it was crowded. As we were getting on, I noticed Micah taking off his gloves, and no MetroCard. He had dropped it somewhere. We rode illicitly to school.

The next morning, same routine. We get up the stairs from the subway and Micah goes to get his morning paper. But this time, the AM New York guy stops him and says: “My man, I have been waiting for you all morning. I have something that you dropped yesterday,” and indeed pulls out of his wallet my MetroCard, which he found on the curb after the bus pulled away.

(Of course, then Micah asked to hold it again, because now Mommy has two.)

Amy Sandgrund


Now look to the lower right on my blog. Do you see how many Metrocards I have found. I found many of them at the station mentioned above. I wish I could return them too.

I am so glad that Amy got her card back.

1 comment:

  1. I thought the ending of this story was going to be, "Nananabooboo, i got your metrocard Amy, suck on that!" LOL Glad to see she got it back also,.


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