Honestly, he really did! He said he didn’t, but he told everyone the story, sooooo he at least thought it was funny!
After we leave the restaurant, we see we have time before we have to meet the buses, so we decide to take the subway. OK, I’m game, let’s do it! So down into the subway we go, down, down, down. Very steep stairs! Jack tries to get a metro card but the darn thing didn’t look like it was working. So I step up and take a look. I see that you have to push a few buttons here and there and voila, it works….I told him it looked very similar to a Keno Machine and that’s why I knew how it worked!! LOL
So we get our tickets and go through the turnstile and down still more stairs and head over to where our train is to come. Keep in mind, Jack lived there for 8 years and I totally trust his judgment that he knows what he is doing. (psst, wrong!) We wait and wait, then he realizes, this is the wrong area, we need another train, so we maneuver our way through people and along close to the tracks (remembering the man who saved the life of some guy who fell into the tracks). So now we have to go down, down, down even deeper into the city. We are now in the right spot to catch our train. We wait, and wait and wait. It’s HOT and HUMID and there is still no train. I’m thinking, OK, I’m in Hades…sitting in the waiting room of Hades. There are no signs anywhere telling us what time the next train is coming and we look and see that it is now 8:00 and we are supposed to be at Grand Central Station catching the buses that are going to take us home! Because I can’t use the words I said, I’ll say this…*!!!@*&! Use your imagination.
Ok now guess what we have to do…yup you are right!! We now have to climb UP to the street. Envision this…Jack who has had both his knees replaced 2 summers ago and me, his not so slender wife (who had just had dinner AND dessert) climbing up the steep stairs. Now we cannot climb leisurely, NOOOoooo we have to haul our asses up those friggin stairs and in a big fat hurry! Jack passes an escalator and I’m standing there pointing with a “uh, um, look” and he’s already gone up the stairs. So since I do not know where the escalator will take me, I HAVE to follow him. I’m climbing, climbing, and trying to breathe and not die. Heck, I couldn’t even sit down on the stairs for a minute because I would have gotten run over AND who wants to sit on those grimey stairs?? All I could focus on was “breathe Nancy, breathe” and “why did you have dessert?” FINALLY, I reach the street and air! Jack is looking at me saying “Are you alright?” Again, I cannot tell you what I was thinking! But he knows I am stretched to my physical limits and calls a cab. Thank God for his “whistle” that I usually complain about, it deafens my ears. He hails a cab and instantly one is there! I get in still trying to breathe. He tells the cabbie where we want to go and to “step on it”. I’m breathing with all my might, my eyes closed and just focusing on not dying. The poor cabbie thinks either “1) this woman is having a baby, or 2) she’s about to die. Either way, its not gonna happen in my cab” and he tears out of there and heads to our destination. I don’t remember much and Jack said it was good that my eyes were closed. We get to Grand Central and hop out. Jack hands the guy 10 bucks for getting us there in time and safely. We go around the corner and the buses are still there, a big sigh of relief. After a bit, I finally get back to normal breathing. We get on the bus and start to relax, and again Jack asks, “Are you ok?” to which I respond “Why did you try to kill me, and what was wrong with using the escalator??”. He says, “What escalator?” and that’s when I wanted to kill him!
