Random Carolers...

Here is one small subway story to bring good holiday cheers. The story takes place at the 42nd street station, where so much goes on and tons of city dwellers constantly come into and out of the station. While heading back home from a long days work last week and just standing on one of the subway platforms, the first train comes- but wasn't the right one. The second train comes a few minutes later- and it still wasn't the right one. As frustration starts to kick in, the third train finally comes and luckily it was the one; but little did I know what surprise was in store.

As I positioned myself (like any true New Yorker) in just the right place where the car and doorway will stop, I noticed everyone around me appeared to have the same moodswing-- tired, frustrated, and just ready to get home. When the train stopped in front of us and the doors open, those of us that were waiting stepped to the side to allow the riders to come out. Suddenly one Santa appears, which was fine and no big deal. But then two, three, four... than 10 appeared right behind him. Then twenty more, from every car. Also include some elves, santa helpers, and christmas carolers all around. It was winter wonderland for a few seconds in the station!!

Everyone that was waiting to get on the train, didn't know where to look and whether to catch the train that arrived or remain on the platform. Even the train itself stood still for a few moments. It was an unbelievable sight to see and it brought those of us that were tired and frustrated and ready to get home, a huge smile to our faces. So much so, that even when we eventually entered the train, we all continued to laugh amongst each other all the way until the next stop, while shaking our heads in disbelief.

Only in the city do you come across such unexpected, but joyful encounters. Wish I had a camera to have captured the true moment, but the picture enclosed comes pretty close. Wish I could have asked what was their purpose, but I think it was to bring everyone a moment of happiness from a hard days work.

Mission accomplished!!!

The nerve......

Why is it suddenly appropriate for an old man (a cab driver), with no teeth, having just mentioned that he wants 10 kids to ask a passenger young enough to be his great, great, great grand-child out during an emergency situation? Hmmmm…is it desperation?? Here’s the story---

So the other day, Daisy (who lives in the city) decides to help her friend Barbara, a hysterically nervous and crying pregnant woman, into a car and accompany her in the cab through the tunnel into her home state of New Jersey. Barbara’s pains subsided and by the time they reached the other side of the tunnel, it was non-existent. Barbara asked the chauffer to drive Daisy back to the city as she thought it would be a long and strenuous commute for Daisy to get back into the city later on. Especially since Barbara was feeling better. Although doubtful for a moment, but after Barbara’s persuasion --- who would want to argue with a pregnant woman anyways --- Daisy decided to adhere.

As soon as Barbara was dropped off and not even 10 seconds that the chauffeur started the engine and not having reached the entrance to the tunnel, the old man turns around and asks Daisy, who is half his age, for her number and out to dinner. He mentioned that he was aware of the emergency, but was admired by her nobility at accompanying Barbara into Jersey. Of course having lived possibly two centuries already, he comes out with the, “it’s just friends, going out with friends” line, nothing more.

Oh please, thinks Daisy, a native and street-wise New Yorker…as if she has not already heard that line before. Luckily Daisy literally sees the “light at the end of the tunnel” and quickly tells the chauffer, no to the dinner offer and a quick drop off at the nearest station.

As soon as Daisy is about to get out of the car, the chauffer's last attempt was handing her his business card, telling her to give him a call any time she may need a cab service, with a wink ;)

Great!!! But, Daisy gives nothing more than a half smile, not wanting to make the situation any more awkward and books it out of the car in amazement. Bad timing and wrong century.

Ahhhhh…the lovely New York encounters…..

Tranquil moment.....

AHHHHH…there is nothing like good conversation and meeting new people while eating mussels, spicy fries, and drinking wine on a docked boat. It’s the evening, a clear night, with the stars out, and a light breeze brushing up against the skin and hair moving in the same rhythm as the currents of the ocean. This may sound like the introduction to a harlequin romance novel, but indeed my friends it was the evening earlier tonight. The night ended in an even calming note, by driving with the windows rolled all the way down, deep house music blasting on the radio, and a moment where a red light held me back for a second, but it was long enough to take a glance up in the sky and admire all those bright stars and the “luna” (moon) which illuminated the high-rise building below and accompanying grandfather clock. Do you think I even looked at the time? No, my friends, I cranked up the music even louder, rived up the engine and continued to drive in a forward direction…..into the unknown…..into a peaceful sleep.

The Defining Ring...

Earlier today I found myself listening in on a friendly debate between friends on what is a good amount which a guy should spend on an engagement ring. After a few minutes and spouts between my venus and mars friends, apparently $3,000 - $5,000 is too little and $10,000 is an industry norm. The way I see it-- the size of a ring does not define who the person is or who the couple are, but a little bit of splurging does not make a person vain either -- ultimately it's something that is a special bond between the buyer and wearer...either big or small-- that is what counts in the end.