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Subway Cinderella
If the shoe fits
Talk about being stuck in a rut! I was the poster boy! Every day I did the same things over and over again. Up at 7:30, out the door by 8:15, onto the subway headed for work, same old pedestrian tasks at my desk, back to the subway, back home, eat dinner, talk with my boring friends on the phone, a nightcap, beddy bye and then start the same routine the next day. And for a while there, I thought that no earthly force could blow me out of the doldrums and into a new and more rewarding lifestyle.
But then one fateful day my whole life changed. No, it wasn’t a poltergeist, or therapy, or winning the lottery. It was a woman — and I found her on the subway — of all places.
The subway in New York is probably one of the most unfriendly, helter skelter environments anybody could conceive of. Millions of people rush around through the stale air and noisy arrivals and departures hell bent on not meeting the eye of any of the hundreds of people who come within three feet of them every time they take a ride.
It’s positively unnatural and inhuman to ride a subway in New York — which makes it even more…
