how to begin? sigh …
ok, here i go.
ready?
I was in NYC with a friend months after 9|11. She had to attend a conference, and I shimmied along for one or 2 nights, don’t recall. It’s irrelevant. Anywho, we took the train from Rhode Island to Penn Station, left our luggage at the hotel,
then set out to Lower Manhattan.
a tad dazed and numb
after seeing the devastation in the financial district, we ambled. Now, mind you, I used to work in NYC, so it wasn’t the city that awed me. We walked and meandered (so like that word!). Had nothing but time the day of our arrival.
A
nd so we came upon a lounge, The Pussycat Lounge, to be exact. For real. We stood on the sidewalk, wondering, asking one another so what? Why not? My friend asked if I had ever been in one? No. Then asked, “What do you think?” I was about to assent
when, i kid not,
a
man slowed down the van he was driving, stuck his head out of the window, and with a smile admonished: “BETTER NOT DO THAT!” I think he shook his head a tad. If not, he should have. =)
My friend and I looked at one another and laughed and continued down the street. Sometime later, still in the financial district, waiting for a street light to change, we saw the man in the van again, who looked at us, smiling from ear to ear.
we laughed so hard!!!
I remember his face and smile, but, above all, it was the tone and cadence of his voice admonishing: BETTER NOT DO THAT! that is memorable. It became a thing between my friend and me. We said it a lot. Like, I mean, a lot. We were Trouble with a capital + bold T.
And I can recall many
I still smile, laugh most times, and shake my head when I remember it. One of the funniest moments I can recall.
