My cell phone was run over by a car.
Friday, I left work early to go home and get some stuff together to go out to Julie's place in the Hamptons for the weekend. I managed to completely waste all of that "got home early" time, and was running late to catch my train. I'm used to trains that run all the time, so I always forget when I'm catching LIRR or NJTransit or something that if you miss it, you missed it. Gotta wait an hour or more.
There's no good way from my place to Atlantic Avenue, so I was deliberating between taking the bus or the train. I decided on the bus as being more direct. So I'm waiting on 7th Ave, and the bus is late. Wait wait wait. I take out my phone to see what time it is, and as I flipped it open, I fumbled it. I watched it tumble toward the street just as a car pulls into the bus stop to park. The synchronization was perfect; the phone barely even hit the ground before the tire crushed it. I didn't have time to react, I just stood there as the tire smeared the phone about 3 feet down the street with a terrible grinding noise. Some other guys at the bus stop started, "Holy Shit! Oh maaann.. that fucking sucks!" I just stood there, thinking I should probably go to bed. Another man walked up and handed me a flyer for a cell phone store. Clever.
Taking this whole episode as a bad bus omen, I headed for the subway. Despite all of the subways attempts to delay me further (late trains, "held by station control", "we'll be moving shortly"), I made it to the train station in plenty of time, sweating and my patience hanging by a thread. So, as if I needed to, I have to buy a new cell phone, but otherwise, not the end of the world. It could have been my face under that tire. Or yours. And hey, good story, huh?
I had a terrific weekend out of the city. Great to be out in the woods with crickets, trees, biting insects, and dogs. I got to play lots of music with Alec too, which was fantastic. I really have to keep doing that, it feels so good. He showed me a few new chords, but mostly it was just great to be able to jam, even in my limited 4 chord way, while he soloed over it, and we all sang pretty songs we all knew by heart. Truly, this is living. Also ate great food, spent little money, and played some mean Scrabble™. Can't beat it.
And now back to work. All of my stories seem to end this way.
