Normally, I carry a basic black “carry-all” tote when I’m traveling with my son. I can throw a little bit of everything in it (his stuff/my stuff) and just go. Unfortunately, since my favorite bag broke, I haven’t found one that I like. As such, I’ve been traveling around with my little purse and my son’s “essentials” in one of his little bags…more things to keep track of (argh!)
Anyway, last Friday, after a playdate at Chelsea Piers Toddler Adventure Center and lunch, I was heading home with my son, my many bags, umbrellas (it was a rainy day), etc. We get inside the subway station and I rush to get on the train. Somewhere between the turnstile and the train, my little purse (containing my keys/id/credit cards/ metrocard/cash/ etc. falls off my arm. Of course, because I’m holding so many other things, I don’t notice the missing bag until the train pulls away. After looking like a crazy lady (talking to my self!) on the subway, I rush back to the previous station, give the security card my sob story in case I have to get back on the train with no money/no card. I then go back over to the side where I lost the purse and search for it. “There it is!” my 2 year old helpfully says. (It isn’t…it’s just a black umbrella cover on the ground.) Finally, I go to the train attendant and half-heartedly ask if anyone has turned in a black purse. To my overwhelming delight and surprise someone had in fact turned in the purse and everything was inside…including the cash! As the clerk said, “There are still some good, honest people in New York.”
So, all that to say….
1. THANK YOU, THANK YOU, THANK YOU to whoever handed in my little black purse at the 23rd street station in Manhattan last Friday. (For some reason, I think that it’s a mom and I hope that she’s reading this.)
2. That’s it for me traveling with multiple bags with my son. I’m too pregnant and too distracted to keep track of so many things at one time. I’ll be searching for a new big, black bag this week. I welcome any suggestions!