This morning was a bit of a clusterfuck... I got up around 7:30, and was dragging my feet when I should have gotten my ass in gear. I had to do a loop around the block on which I typically park to find a space (mountains of gritty, grungy ice are still in profusion all over the region). I finally get on the 1 train, and the train stops just past 103rd St. The conductor of the train announced that, due to a police investigation, the train would be stopping at 96th St, and that there would be no downtown, or uptown, service on the 1,2,or 3 lines. Fuh-huck... not only was I supposed to be at my volunteering gig, but I had to think about getting back up to the Bronx so I could get to work this afternoon. I called two of my fellow coaches, Frenchy the Paisan and Morocco's Answer to George Clooney, and left them messages indicated that I was running extremely late. Then I called the director of the program, and he told me that the whole system was a mess, and that I should just do a U-turn. I trudged over to the 8th Ave line, and took the C train to 168th St, where I was able to catch the A train to 207th St. I made a quick stop at Carrot Top Pastries, where I picked up a slice of carrot cake, and a cup of coffee, then walked up to 238th St, where I had parked my car, after a multi-hour misadventure.
I'm not complaining!