Many of us are so proud about keeping up, being as agile and able as a 30 or 40 – something. Well, I hate to admit it but I played the old lady card and it felt good. Call it survival of the fittest or fleetest but last night, close to midnight, I was coming out of Manhattan’s Penn Station. It was snowy and unplowed, slippery and nasty and of course no cabs in sight.
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Finally, a taxi … and it’s me and this kid at opposite ends of the street. We stare at each other through the sleet. I drop my suitcase and make a run for it. My daughter coming up behind me yelling … "Go Mommy, go Mommy." The young man and I get to the cab and both reach for the handle. In my sternest, Jewish mother voice I say … "give it to the old lady." He may have been a well trained lad, or had too much of the St. Paddy’s Day green beer, but he waved me in and we took off.
As Mel Brooks once said, “Sometimes it’s good to be the king.” Or the old lady.
Eileen Marcus
Comments (1)
Great story and great chutzpah!
Posted by Rhea | March 21, 2007 10:24 AM
Posted on March 21, 2007 10:24