"The Dress She Wears, Sweet Mama, It's Pink and Blue..."

[psalm_onethirtyone]

Had an adventure getting home. Got in to New York Central Station with an hour and ten minutes to the time I thought I should be on my train, and then, because of some strange and inexplicable survival instinct which I will never place or understand, asked a security guard whether my ticket was okay. She directed me to Information, where I was told that my ticket was all wrong and I needed to exchange it, and I should go to Tickets and exchange it for the correct one, and leaving on a train ten minutes earlier than the one I thought I was one. Put me at fifty minutes to train time.

So I went to Tickets and was in line for half an hour, getting highly nervous and chattering at innocent bystanders; I eventually got to a clerk. It was then twenty minutes to train time.

The clerk looked at my ticket and made calculations for ten minutes before determining that I could exchange my ticket, but it would cost upwards of forty dollars, whereupon I burst into hysterical tears because I had no money whatsoever except for a nickle in my pocket.

Ten minutes to train time.

The clerk, who I imagine was really not enjoying his day at that point, told me to go to Customer Service, where I proceeded to cry hysterically on the clerk there while saying 'I want to go home, I want to go home'. She finally calmed me down enough to figure out what it was I needed, and immediately summoned another clerk, explained the situation, and got my ticket stamped with a red stamp that made it okay to use. They both informed me that I did not have to pay anything extra and shooed me off towards my gate.

Two minutes to train time.

I ran through Central Station with my altogether too much luggage, still crying, and got to my gate, down the stairs, and onto the train just as it left.

I never want to go anywhere ever again.

(But it was the most beautiful time I have ever spent with anybody, I don't know how to say it. I didn't want ever to go home when I was there.)

Comments

[mhari.livejournal.com]

Aaagh. Why can't anything ever go off without a hitch?

*huggles you*

[theatre-angel.livejournal.com]

Train stations are the most intimidating things in the history of the world. Hello, lovely!

[josiana.livejournal.com]

Ack, poor thing. D: I'm glad you didn't get stuck there, though.

[silverdragon262.livejournal.com]

*pets* Well, if nothing else, you could have called your parents for a credit card number.

Happy fun tiems with teh Manon? :D I am glad you did not get lost in New York either time. Your parents left me phone messages when you were on your way to Boston, but I did not get them in time and then felt bad.

[bewareofitalics]

Oh, dear. *snuggles* So glad it turned out all right! And welcome back!

[assimbya.livejournal.com]

Welcome back! I'm sorry that all that had to be so difficult, but I'm sure your time with mhari was absolutely lovely. I spent an afternoon with her a few weeks ago, and that was absolutely lovely as well. :)

[erinpuff]

*cliiiiiiiiings* I'm terrified of public transport for exactly that reason.

But eeeeeee, you're back! ^________^

[tinyammmy]

Train stations are crazy, and running to catch one is always freaking. No one can calmly run to catch a train.

But I'm glad your trip was lovely!

[tomecatti.livejournal.com]

You were very lucky to find such helpful people... I'm glad you got home safely and all ^_^

[gileonnen.livejournal.com]

*CLINGSTO* I'm so glad your time with Manon was wonderful, however traumatic it was to get back from there! *snugglesclose* (Good to have you back, too. ^__^)