I was raised to be polite. To have social skills. Etiquette was a requirement, not an option.
Yes ma’am.
Yes sir.
Excuse me.
Curtsying.
A month or so ago my husband and I were in New York City. We have been there a million times. I feel safe in New York City. I mean I would avoid dark alleys in neighborhoods I’m not familiar with at midnight, but I’m not an idiot.
Grand Central Terminal is iconic and not only does this photo not do it justice, I’ve never seen it so empty. Just sayin’
We had brunch with my son and his fiancee, then had to rush to get to Grand Central in time to catch our train home. We lucked out hailing a cab almost immediately.
God forbid I spend 5 minutes without grabbing my iPhone to check every app I have and text my son thanks, we had a great time (there goes that etiquette again).
The cab pulls up in front of Grand Central while I’m texting something like “At GCT gotta go.” I shove the phone in the outside pocket of my bag, jump out of the cab, and dash across 42nd Street.
Tons of people were doing the NYC combination of rushing by, milling around, taking photos, speaking 400 languages and being lost. Navigating this crowd like a quarterback looking for an opening, I felt someone bump into me.
“Oh I’m sorry.”
We made the train with a few minutes to spare, and I reached for my phone.
No phone.
I searched the pockets of my purse. No phone.
I asked my husband if he had my phone (why on earth would he have my phone?). He gave me that you lose everything look He said “No, check your bag again.”
Then I remembered being jostled just before I entered Grand Central.
And apologizing to the thief that stole my phone.
Ever polite.
saneteachers 
Ugh; that’s awful, Barb. One reason I tend to avoid big cities. But as usual, you are able to put a positive/funny spin on things.
Great to have you posting again! I was thrilled when I saw this post show up in the feed! 🙂
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Thanks! I’ve been writing non-blog stuff. I’m working on a history project that I think will be right up your alley. School is out for the summer so I’ll have more time on my hands. And I haven’t been reading blogs in forever. I’ll be “visiting” you soon!
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Oooohh, history–my favorite! Can’t wait to hear more.
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This is awful Barb.
The girls at darts are still laughing at my mobile. It’s 20 odd years old and does nothing but make/receive calls and text messages. The screen’s cracked and it doesn’t hold its battery charge for longer than 3 days now. Works for me!
I’ve got a note of all the important numbers though.
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I was annoyed at myself because I should have taken the extra couple of seconds to place my phone in the zippered section of my bag.
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😦
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Oh no! So sorry to hear it. I hope you had everything backed up. Such a frustrating—and costly—loss for you.
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Yes it was only 2 months old. I had to resurrect my old phone and I’m still paying the lease on the iPhone plus. The only phone on our plan that I didn’t get insurance. 😰
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Ugh, that’s so frustrating.
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Yes but I don’t.want my life to get too dull….
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I’m so sorry, Barb! I hope this doesn’t cause you too much trouble. But I have to say, you are such a good writer that you make getting your phone stolen actually a funny post….
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Oh no! I hope you had someone text your phone to say, “She’s not sorry anymore.” That’s wild. Sounds like something out of a TV show really.
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On i wish I had thought of that. Sorry/not sorry.
#notdope
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Sorry to hear about that. I hope you had lock put on your number immediately.
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Someone asked me if I called the police. I said no, I called Sprint, lol.
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