Sunday, August 10, 2008

from the archives...

Nothing too blog-worthy has happened recently, so I thought I'd tell one of my mom's favorite NY Stories:
The Subway Grate Singer
Back in the day, I lived on 54th St btw 9th and 10th and worked on 54th St btw 5th and Madison, so my commute was pretty straight forward. So, one day I was about to leave for work, and I decided at the last minute to change my underwear from a bikini to a thong. I was wearing a skirt, and I thought I'd be more comfortable in a thong. On my way down 54th St., I often stopped at a cart in front of the Ziegfeld to get my coffee. This particular day was no different. As I was waiting for my coffee, I was standing over the subway grates (typically, this is no big deal as long as you aren't wearing heels). All of the sudden I hear someone singing "You are so beautiful to meeeeee." I look around and notice that the subway grate gate is up and there are guys working below me!!!!
I'm standing on a subway grate in a skirt with my last-minute thong choice. I pull my skirt between my legs and try to stand on a tiny piece of cement between the grates. I'm yelling at the cart guy to hurry with my coffee, but he's laughing so hard that he can't get the milk out. I was laughing too, but come on!!!!

6 comments:

Free Joe Boles said...

oh kels. that's awful. i was walking down 44th today and my undies were heading south and my dress blew north. so i'd like to think that the 44th street pedestrians got the thrill of their lives this morning. your story is way worse, though.

krr said...

Did they see the tat?

Free Joe Boles said...

probably. and someone on the street had been to my birthday... they recognized my ass from the butt cake. not really. i wish.

WOLF MOTHER COMMUNE member: said...

g-IRL!!!!! that story is c-LASSIC!

WOLF MOTHER COMMUNE member: said...

THONG SONG! ;)

krr said...

You're silly Jola Badola!!