Most New Yorkers however they live in Manhattan or Brooklyn take the subway and most New
Yorkers understand that this is just the price we have to pay for living here.
We complain about them never being on time, and we should to keep it in mind
when do our flower delivery, that they are
inhabited by the mentally insane, and that many times we have to watch the
performances of those asking for money or a mariachi band. Still, I've lived in
San Francisco
where their idea of a transit system is more theoretical than actually
existing. Los Angeles ' transit system is your
car, and Boston 's
is something that should be avoided altogether. So while we complain about our
MTA, it's still the best in Manhattan
New York and in the country.
Last week I had an
order on Manhattanflower delivery, and for the years I've been doing this, I've never had one this specific. I
was told to be at the Manhattan
northbound track of the 23rd
Street station at 10:07am and to deliver a bouquetof white roses to the conductor of that train. This felt more like a hit than a flower
delivery, but I was up for the challenge. I paid the fare and went to the
platform and sure enough, at exactly 10:07 the Manhattan C train rolled
in. An attractive woman, and yes, I was surprised that an New York MTA subway
driver would be attractive, sorry for my closed-minded attitude, was at the
helm.
I knocked on her
window with the flowers and she looked at me as though I were there to hijack
her train. She opened the window with a slight bit of terror and said: "I
don't give information." I handed her the flowers with words “ New York flower delivery " and she laughed knowingly. "Is this from
that guy the other day?" I told her I had no idea, but that I was given
very specific instructions to deliver flowers to her at this time and place.
She opened the card and read it smiling. "Yep. These are from that guy who
I saw running for the train and I kept the doors open for him. I've been
driving for five years in Mew York and no one has said as much as a thank you
and off course no one send’s thank you flowers. I guess this makes up for it." Someone suddenly yelled out from the
idling train: "Hey! Can we get moving?" She snapped back to reality
and drove away. The ever turning wheels of New York have no time for sentimentality.
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