Sometimes the lemons turn into lemonade all on their own
So at 4 o'clock this afternoon there was a landslide in New York City. A landslide. No one was hurt, but it closed down a major highway, completely fucking with everyone's commute, specifically my commute as it happened two blocks away from the major bridge that takes me back into Manhattan. When I heard about it at 5: 15, estimates for getting across the bridge were an hour and a half and up. Awesome. And I'm sure New Jersey Transit will handle this without a hitch. I began to brace myself to spend two hours on a bus, assuming the bus every came. I was starting to consider walking back to Manhattan, as there is a sidewalk across the bridge, and really that sounded faster. Then my boss said she had to go into the city to go to a Broadway musical and she was going to brave to bridge. Did I want a ride to the East Side? You betcha! I figured even if I ended up stuck in traffic for two hours, her car would be far more comfortable than a bus. And then a fun thing happened. Traffic really wasn't that bad. It sure looked bad for all the poor suckers trying to get back to New Jersey, though. Good thing I don't live in Jersey. So we left the office at 5:30, and I was home by 6:15 (and that included a stop in my neighborhood so she could pick up her tickets. It was a beautiful day, and I was home so early I had no idea what to do with myself. So, in a very Mr. Rogers-esque moment, I took off my blazer, put on a cardigan sweater and then went for a nice two-mile stroll along the river. It was perfectly lovely. I wish I could do that every day.