This Fish Needs A Bicycle

la petite crise

I’m wearin’ the city streets on my shoes
My heart on my sleeve
Got a million reasons to come home to you
And no way to leave

By the time I realized that the Amtrak website was broken, it had sucked away the last three hundred dollars from my debit card. No cash. No ticket. I’d stopped taking my credit card to New York – better to be without than to have someone steal it at a bar on 14th Street and spend $8K on expensive watches on 5th Avenue. There are some lessons I learn the first time.

With one battery bar left on my cell phone, I called J.

J: Sister Sledge! What are you doing? You still in New York?
H: Yes. That’s why I’m calling. I need your help.
J: Anything.

I explained the situation. He tried the website, getting the same results.

H: Okay, can we try a bus?
J: Bus? No way. We know what happened the last time you took a bus. I’ll get you on a flight if I have to.
H: Can’t afford that. I’ll take a bus. I just want to come home, J.
J: I have a platinum card here that says differently. But let me call you back.

I hung up the phone and had a five-minute pity party. I’d have sent invitations, but it was very last minute. You understand.

J: Okay. Here’s your confirmation number. Your train is at 3:30.
H: You’re my hero! You need a gold star.
J: I’m putting one of my cheek now. Hey, you okay? It’s not like you to need rescuing. I'd make a joke about pigs flying or hell freezing, but doesn't seem like the time.
H: No. Yes. Just wobbly and hung over. I’ll be fine.
J: I don’t believe you, but I’m not gonna push it. I’ll see you tomorrow night to go over the press kit and I’ll bring something very high in chocolate.
H: You’re the best. Thanks again for rescuing me.
J: Girl, thanks for lettin’ me.

Posted by This Fish at December 11, 2003 10:50 AM