Images from Upon A Fold
When my husband and I went to New York in the summer, we had what I refer to now as the 'subway incident'. We were separated by a (very quick) sliding door on the carriage and off he went to our destination, with me standing on the platform. Only I hadn't really been paying attention so I didn't know where the next destination was. I dutifully got off at the next station, only to find that hewas not there. Panic ensued (I was sleep deprived, wihtout a map and starting to feel like I was in Home Alone 2: Lost in New York, although not as calm as Kevin). A sweaty, argumentative half hour followed (NYC in August!), trying to get in touch with the text messages delayed from going up and down to the subway stations. Obviously we got back together at the corner of some street and all was happily ever after (after the argument that ensued stomping through the streets). But lesson learned- pay attention to where you're supposed to be going.