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Trains

Trains

I hate to admit there is a single thing I don't love about my life, but at times I wish I had an excuse to ride the train more. When you work from home and don’t have a job, you don’t really find yourself utilizing the NYC MTA very often at all. Even at times where it could make sense for me to ride the train, I feel bad walking right past an empty cab to go to the station. Those drivers could go hungry without work and I feel it’s my duty as a New Yorker to ride in their cars.

That being said, on special occasions when the kiddos and my husband are asleep, I’ll snag a bottle of wine from the cellar, hop on a train and just ride. It’s a blast.

I’ll surprise myself, too! I’ll just hop on any old train, transfer wherever and see where I get off. Plus, I’ll make sure to bring an extra cup or two to share the Merlot with a fellow passenger. You’d be surprised the people you meet and stories you’ll hear when you’re serving alcohol on public transportation. One time I met a woman who’d been to every continent on earth, was a writer for Johnny Carson, and was second in line behind Christa McAuliffe to ride on The Challenger. Isn’t that wild?

I imagine when the kiddos are older I’ll invite them along with me. But for now, I enjoy savoring these little adventures, the time just for me. Where do you like going on the trains? Would you accept alcohol from a woman on the train?

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