Failing Into Fun

Today, I had the happy misfortune to screw up in a fortuitously happy fashion. This morning, I traveled to Manhattan for the last volunteer gig of the season (the program generally follows the school year, and picks up again in October). I followed the usual routine, a quick drive to 238th St and Broadway in the Bronx, and a half-hour (if I'm lucky, and track maintainance/construction doesn't gum up the tunnels) ride on the 1 Train to 59th St. Usually, I reverse this trend on the way home, but today I screwed up. The 2 Train, which usually runs express, was running on the local track- I boarded the train, thinking it was the 1, and (nose buried in the Village Voice), didn't realize that I was on the wrong train until after the last transfer stop. Cursing my dumbassitude, I took the 2 to 149th St and Grand Concourse in the Bronx, and transferred to the 4 Train (the train I take to the east side of Manhattan, and to Brooklyn). I took the 4 Train to Woodlawn, the last stop, then the day being clear (the sky was bright), I walked from the Woodlawn station to 238th and Broadway, where my car was parked. It was a loverly walk on a loverly spring afternoon, temps were around 70F, people were out, everybody was in a good mood. It was a "fail into fun" moment-a total screw-up which resulted in a nice mini-adventure.