Every once in a blue moon, life surprises you in a good way. And, in the heart of New York City,. for Pete's sake.
I was in town for ten days. I had some events to attend, but also I wanted to do some normal things even though my last knee replacement surgery left me much less than normal.
The quest for normalcy took me to a Broadway theater night with a good friend. Now she has endured this before. When I got to the theater with limited mobility, the theater, the parking garage, and the restaurant all have to be within one city block. And we managed that. Even though I had to cross Times Square in the middle of a tourist evening. I was convinced somebody dressed as Minnie Mouse would upend my cane and knock me to the pavement.
So, everything went smoothly and we returned to the parking garage post-show. This place was a challenge on its own as the only way down to the garage was via a steep ramp. Not a great place for somebody on a cane.
When we got to the bottom, we realized a lot of shows had just let out. The cashier's line was about fifty deep. The line for the valet parking was about 30 deep. I audibly moaned.
A few minutes later, a parking attendant walked by and looked at the pathetic figure I must have resembled.
"Come with me."
At that, he took us into a private room where I was allowed to pay for my parking. Five minutes later, the valet showed up with our vehicle.
Did I look that pathetic? Oh, who cares?
Think about it. Would you ever expect to see such kindness in the middle of Manhattan? Mankind, I might have you all wrong.
Dinner last night: Baby back ribs.
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