I don't normally share my stories of misfortune (frankly, there's quite a few of them), but the girls seem to think it was funny, so I'll indulge... In prose! What?! Yeah. Big ups to the written word. Believe it or not, this only took me an hour to compose, so stop judging me! ;)
'Twas a blustery night in New York City
But to squander the holiday fun 'twould be a true pity
To the New York Botanical Gardens we decided to go
To watch the model trains at their Holiday Train Show
Grand Central Terminal went we three
To meet with Sandy's better half, Anthony
We were already late to the 4:30 showing
When would we get there, there was really no knowing
"How shall we get there?" We wondered for a few
"Let's take Metro-North," said Sandy, "For I enjoy the view."
So to the first kiosk we went, but tickets it did not dispense
Would this be a sign of things to come, hence?
Amara purchased all four of the tickets to save us some time
So we headed to the train, everything seemed fine...
As the train pulled away we let out a sigh of elation;
Excited to head to the Bronx for a Christmasy celebration!
So there we sat and with one another we did chat;
About our day and our plans, you know, this and that.
Stop after stop we passed, until much to our chagrins,
We missed our station - Botanical Gardens!
So with haste we got up to get off at the stop thereafter,
But we missed that one too, we said with quiet laughter.
"Okay," we declared, the next stop we will take,
But we missed it as well, this was a mistake!
The car we were in did not open at certain stations,
Had we been angry people, this would cause some frustrations.
Finally, we got off at the next station, we were off by three stops,
We ended up in an area that would scare even the cops!
So, there we waited for the next train to arrive.
In the meantime, we did what we could to survive.
It was very cold that night and the wind was unkind.
We did what we could do to keep from losing our minds.
We entered the enclosed stop to stay warm, but it smelled like pee.
So, we quickly exited asking ourselves, "How could this be?!"
We weighed our options: should we go or should we wait.
We didn't really know where we were and it was getting late.
Train after train passed us by,
I couldn't tell if it was a tear or a twinkle I saw in Sandy's eye.
So I consulted my iPhone to see when the next train would be
It would arrive in 30 minutes...You've got to be kidding me.
So we waited there,
With vacant stares,
Enduring the cold,
Trying not to hold,
A grudge against life,
And our present strife.
That's a lie, we actually had fun,
And yes, the train did finally come!
And I wish I could say this story was done,
But my friends, it had only just begun...
For after we enjoyed our time at the train show through and through,
Our transportation misadventure was about to continue.
You see, the train back to Manhattan was apparently disabled,
"A Series of Unfortunate Events," this night can be labeled.
We happened to be in an area where taxis were nowhere to found,
And so continued our misfortunes; they seemed to abound.
So we opted to take the bus to the subway near;
The bus would arrive in five minutes; nothing to fear.
We boarded the bus, but before we could go,
Sandy asked the driver, "Does this take us to the subway?" No.
The bus we wanted was across the street!
But we could not run after it with our hurting feet.
We were so tired and cold,
It's late and we're getting old!
All we could do was laugh.
"Don't touch that pole, Milli, you'll get a staph."
That was random of me to say,
Yes, it was, but anyway...
We waited for the next bus to come,
Our bladders beating like a drum.
"Oh, look. A taxi." We said with a scoff.
BUT lucky for us, he was dropping people off!
So, we desperately rushed to grab this cab,
Willing to pay whatever would end up being the tab.
"Where to?" asked the driver who's voice at that point was as smooth as satin,
Replied Anthony to him, "Anywhere. Anywhere in Manhattan."
We gratefully sat back to enjoy the ride,
Until Amara noticed something and we almost laugh-cried!
"Milli," said she, "This cab has no meter and we have no money."
Is this a joke? Because this just keeps getting funny!
"Where is your meter?! How will we know how much we owe?!" we ask.
"I have a twenty." said Anthony, "Where can you take us for twenty dollars cash?"
The cab driver agreed to take us as far as to 125th Street for the price,
But he took us to 86th instead because it was Christmas and Anthony was nice.
And this is where our misfortune ends, friends.
I hope you enjoyed it from beginnings to ends.
The moral of the story is just to show,
That a positive attitude and kindness can take you farther than you need to go.
Happy Holidays!
Oh, how I crack myself up. ;)
Sandy & Anthony
Sunday, April 15, 2012 at 10:20PM ;)
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