So, hours after my last snarky post, I am reading on the train en route to my shadowy lair. Suddenly, a gloom-filled voice crackles over the PA system. "Attention Passengers, Attention! A suspicious package has been found on this train. We are evacuating this train, NOW! Please exit this train, NOW!"
Wow.
9/11 wasn't so long ago that New Yorkers don't haul ass at the mention that they may be in danger. The fleeing torrent of humanity had taken me 100 yards away from the train in 40 flat.
In their collective defense, they did act nonchalant and bitch loudly about it, once they were a safe distance away.
I imagine that thirty minutes later, the bomb squad blew some poor lady's cashmere purchases to kingdom come....(And if you remember from yesteryear, the cashmere is more dangerous)...
Ah well. Safety first. Even if it means reminding you that you COULD DIE AT ANY MINUTE!!!
SA
Monday, November 17, 2008
Speaking of Moving Your Ass
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5 comments:
I had no idea your had such a close brush with death...glad to hear you are a survivor ;)
I blew up a blog yesterday ... it was actually exciting!!
WHAT'S UP DOC !!?!!
Speedcat! Nice to hear from you!
Linda: Yes, I am. Like Snake Plisskin. Bring it on, Jeff Probst!!!
SA
NYC is NUTS like that. Get used to it. 9/11 changed the city forever.
*SO GLAD YOU ARE BLOGGING AGAIN!*
pssssssssssst:
Happy New Year!
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