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SUNDAY
Well, I’m off on another adventure to Florida! Usually the “fun” begins when I’m there and I amuse my readers to no end with accounts of the daily craziness. NOT SO this time! Let the games begin!
Today is Sunday and after racing around to finish up packing, getting a pedicure, trying on 3 different things that did NOT fit and not being able to locate one of the cats (we finally did) we finally left our apartment. Since we were leaving late (apparently my fault) (NOT), tempers were already running high. Add the 71 degree weather in the no-longer-air-conditioned apartment AND picture this – I have my rolling suitcase with a heavy tote bag on top of it, carrying my computer over my shoulder and one large canvas bag of Christmas presents; I’m wearing flip-flops because I don’t want to squish my new pedicure and all black because that’s what fit that would be ok to sleep in. Peter is carrying a suitcase that must weigh 25lb on his shoulder that pulls his sport jacket down and he’s carrying another canvas bag with Christmas presents and a bag that has some last minute snack food I scavenged from the refrigerator and cupboards. Actually the snacks are leftovers from Wednesday night’s gathering!
Hailing a cab turned out to be fairly easy but of course we got a driver who was indecisive about the fastest way to Penn Station. First he started west on 86th St and then thought the FDR drive would be better so he U-turned. The Drive was ok but when he exited at 34th St and headed west on 35th St, we virtually crawled across town. I was already overheated, cranky and watching the meter climb was making me crazy. $22 later we arrive at Penn Station a.k.a. Penn’s People Zoo. It was MOBBED and it was hot.
We were supposed to leave by 1:30pm but by the time we walked out the door it was almost 2pm. Our intention was to get to the station an hour early so we could check to see if there were any cancellations for a roomette. There were none, the train is sold out! Oh, didn’t I mention that by the time we booked the trip they were no more roomettes left? And why did we book so late? Look to my right…. therefore we are in for a 26 hour train ride in Coach seats, no beds. I knew right away it was Christmas since there “was no room at the inn”.
Getting onto the train was like being part of a herd of cattle. There’s a cop at the top of the stairs next to the ticket agent and he’s shouting “Keep the families together, keep the families together” which means there are straggling kids with wheeling suitcases trying to push through the 5 lines of passengers trying to reach the top of the escalator!
I boarded the train and turned right like the conductor said only to come to an immediate HALT. There was a family of four trying to get out of the car against the tide of us trying to get in the car. This necessitated a strange dance backwards of several people and their luggage with no place for them to back up. Finally they got off and I lunged forward hoping to find two vacant seats together, lol lol. Of course there were no seats. I was ahead of Peter so I dropped one bag down on one seat and across the aisle and one row forward, I dropped another bag. Then I tried to negotiate with the woman in the second pair of seats. “ Excuse me ma’am would you mind switching your window seat here for the one over there so I could sit with my husband”? She looks at me as if I asked her to move to rest room. I try again and she leans over to look at the seat I’m pointing at and says, “No, I think I’d d rather be here”. At this point Peter comes up the aisle and sees that I’m not standing in a pair of seats and I’m already putting the bags of Christmas presents up on the rack. He loudly says, “What, aren’t there 2 seats together?” And then adds, “Well can’t you ask someone if they will move?” I tell him I did but no one wants to. I guess that did it because the lady announced she would move. I said, “Bless you, thank you, you are so kind and you have no idea how he’s been, I’m never traveling with him on a train again!
Once underway, the train cooled down a bit and we settled in. As soon as one of the conductors came by, I inquired about Wi-Fi and was informed there was no Wi-Fi on the train and here I thought I would be writing my blog, playing scrabble online, cruising through ebay and checking in on Facebook, Not Happening!
Shortly thereafter, a man came through asking is anyone wanted to make reservations for the Dining Car. We looked at each other and thought a change of scenery would do us good later on so I told Peter to make it for 8:00pm. Well that wasn’t happening either because the only reservation he had was for 5:00pm and it was already 4:30pm! And I wanted to buy a large sub for us to split on the train since everyone told us how expensive the food was and Peter said not to AND I listened to him, so really who’s the schmuck?
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