After the transfer, I was thinking ... Danny was right. That wasn't bad at all. But as the stops kept coming and none of them seemed to be anything other than Connecticut towns, I started to wonder if maybe I didn't just get on the wrong train. Sure enough. I was headed
to Bridgport, not eve close to Grand Central. I got off and waited for the NYC bound train on the other side of the tracks. Eventually I got to Grand Central and made my way to Penn Station where I was to meet Matt. The whole experience was punctuated when a homeless man vomited on my flip-flop-clad foot. Thank heaven for cleansing wipes, hand sanitizer and the death stare.
But after all that fun, Matt and I spent 12 hours + at the Billy Jean
King National Tennis Center Friday. We saw amazing tennis and we're ready for more!
4 comments:
Carol-Lyn, you have had the best summer! What a fun trip...despite the train errors.
Amelia ... I have LOVED this summer. It really has been packed with fun. I'm really sad that I'm back to reality now and I actually have to really dig in and get back to work! GRRRR!!!
Okay, are you serious about getting your foot vomited on?
Yeah. Dead serious about the homeless man vomit. I think I have a foot disease ... well, at least I wouldn't be surprised if in a couple of years something pops up and loose a toe from the whole experience.
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