Photo by myself in front of Grand Central on East 42nd Street.
Cabs, buses, hurried office workers and sauntering tourists make this a busy area. The raised, bridge-like structure of Pershing Square is out of frame to the left. Its steel rivets are mirrored by the canopy at Grand Central. The glamorous lighting and details draw me here.
I went back to my old office today to wrap up some last minute things. I dealt with billing issues, passing off my projects and cleaning my desk. I tried getting in and out as quickly as possible, but it took a few hours.
I wound up carting off a couple big bags of stuff: old drawings, business cards, books, shoes. I was surprised I could carry it all.
Here's where the story gets interesting. I was stopped for my very first time at the subway station and searched by the NYPD!! (This beats all racial profiling speculations because I am female and I do not look Middle Eastern).
'Ma'am, can you come over here? This officer needs to look through your bags.'
I was hailed to the side, where a tallish dark-haired policeman gestured for me to put my bags on the table.
'Can you open the bags Ma'am, so I can see inside?' he said.
'Oh sure,' I said. 'I just left my job, by the way. I'm just bringing some stuff home.'
'Oh yeah? You start your new job yet?'
'No, next week.'
'Yeah sure, a little.' I felt embarrassed.
'That's wonderful. I'm happy for you,' he said. 'You have a good day, now!'
I was tickled pink by the boys in blue.
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