Oy has it been a crazy past couple of days. I left the shore on Sunday (a glorious sunny day I might add) to return to New York City by train so I could conduct an open house at one of my listings. I gave myself just enough time with a very narrow margin for error but that wasn’t because I like to live on the edge, rather, I was dependent on the NJ Transit system to get home.
I made it to the train on time in New Jersey and as I sped away from the station, I reached into my handbag for my cell phone and uh oh it was still at the shore. I decided not to panic, well there was nothing to be done anyway. My concerns were not phone calls as much as possible emails and texts from brokers trying to register customers or worse from my seller who would not know why I was incommunicado at this time.
Things were moving along nicely; the connecting train at Long Branch was there and so we took off on time. I had my Kindle with me and not much else since the plan was that Peter and our grandson return sometime on Monday. In the meantime, Cash’s mom arrived in NJ to spend some beach time with her father and son. They got the sun and the sand and I got the Open House 😦Just outside of Secaucus the train stopped and I started to fidget. THIS is exactly what I was afraid of! What if? I don’t even have a cell phone to contact either the seller or a colleague to pinch hit for me. And since we are all now SO DEPENDENT on our electronic devices, I don’t even know what time it is because I don’t have a watch on!
The train eventually got moving and we slid into the tunnel of Penn Station and I prayed I would be able to find a rest room quickly and get on the subway to head uptown. Oh but I forgot to tell you, I didn’t have my Metro card; No, that was still in my apartment! After a quick trip to the ladies’ room and boy did I ever luck out! The line coming in as I was leaving would have given me the figurative heart attack.
I headed for the red line – Peter hates it when I refer to the subway lines by their color dots; he sometimes refers to the IRT, whatever that is lol lol. Really, I’m from Connecticut, to me the colors make sense. Anyway, in order to get on the subway I had to buy a Metro card because I left mine in my apartment (like I somehow forgot I planned on taking the train back on Sunday). The line to the ticket booth was about 20 deep. There were two lines to the two machines and each was LONG and filled with tourists. I figure they were tourists because three quarters of the line did NOT know how to use the machine. I tried to practice some form of total Zen zoning and not tap my foot too much. When finally it was my turn at the screen don’t you know the cursed hunk of no good metal and electronics would not let me purchase a Single Ride. Ever mindful of the crowd behind me I just said, “what the f__?” and bought a $10.00 card. I have a senior citizen discount Metro card and am totally annoyed that I had to buy this card so I could get home and work.
I thought I should take a cab across town on 86th St but since everything else was going askew and downhill, of cou
rse there were no cabs. I wondered if they were on strike. A bus came along and I hopped on and at least had the gratification and satisfaction of getting a transfer for my $10.00 splurge. The bus made pretty good time or so I thought because as you know, I had no watch or phone. I dashed across the street and flew into my building only to come face to face with the seller who was as surprised to see me as I was her. “Did I get her text?” Uh no, and I have to explain how I left my phone in NJ. And by the way, please excuse me I have to run upstairs, change my clothes, brush my hair and teeth and get to your apartment if you please.
Peter on the other hand and in the other state had his daughter and grandson to entertain. He’s not really used to being a solo host. Well, at least they had great weather and spent two days at the beach. They were supposed to come home on Monday which turned into Monday night and then he called to ask what did I think about them spending another night at the cottage and he would return during the day on Tuesday. I had appointments to show my listing on Tuesday but our cat, Nicky also had an appointment at the Vet’s on Tuesday. It was going to be grueling round trip to bring guests back to NYC, take the cat to the veterinarian and when I finished doing the laundry he brought back, we would return to NJ. In between appointments and his return I even managed to go to Starbucks and get a pedicure. He looked like he had been doing battle for two days.
Back and forth, up and down and around and around we go.