As with most things, I have a routine for my ride home from work each night. Normally I catch the 5:22 out of White Plains and do my best to secure a seat in the 2nd car (the bathroom car), in the back, by the conductor's booth. It's a great little hidden spot that most people don't even realize is there. Usually the chair is locked in the upright position (but sometimes it's not), and you just have to ask the conductor to unlock it.
Once I claim my spot, I like to hang my extra bag and coat on the pull down coat hooks. I keep my pocket book next to me on the seat, and curl up with my iPod and Metro newspaper-
The normal 5:22 rides home are uneventful (other than cane lady's antics, of course); but on Mondays, the ride home is completely different.
Mondays I leave earlier so I can make my Weight Watchers meeting. I catch the 4:51 out of White Plains- again securing the same seat- which happens to be opposite the conductor's booth. And on Mondays, an attractive, young Italian guy by the name of Anthony is the conductor that sits in that seat-
And here I am sitting across from him with my Metro newspaper. Don't I look cozy?
Anthony and I usually chat most of the trip. We fill each other in on our lives, our jobs, our upcoming or past weekend plans, my fascination with the MTA/travel, his outrageous passenger stories- and as with most conversations- random things that just cross our minds also happen to be revealed. He never fails to humor and entertain me and I'm always amazed how quickly the time passes and I realize we are already pulling into Grand Central. Anthony is a good guy with a great heart. He's kind, funny and handsome, although, surprisingly - a little shy with the ladies...
I've been spoiled lately- catching Anthony a few times a week instead of only once and we're even pals on myspace now. I haven't seen him since last Wednesday, so it will be nice to catch up with him tonight. The peaceful Metro North ride home in that little private corner is such a nice way to end the day- but it isn't the same without him.
Save my seat, Anthony! I'll be there soon!