Swipe Card?

This morning I am walking down the stairs at 68^th street and I feel someone tapping me on my back. It is usually never a good thing when someone touches you non-accidently on the subway. I turn around and to my relief see not a psycho but a professional looking woman.

Excuse me do you know where your swipe-card is?

Huh? I finger the MetroCard that is still in my hands. I star blankly back at her.

I have my card.

Your swipe-card- it is on your back. She touches my back again.

Okay, so this is just one of those crazy people that looks like a normal person. I hurry away. It was then I realize that she meant my corporate ID tag used to get into my office building, clipped on my skirt. I have this issue during my trek to the subway every morning-my business skirts with my blouse tucked in get completely turned around while walking. Apparently I am the only women with this problem however as I never see anyone else with their back in their front.

I now feel like I am the crazy person in this random interaction.

First Post

I have been living in Manhattan for about eight months. I live in a rent stabilized walk-up in the less-glamorous part of the Upper East Side and work in corporate treasury down in the Financial District. I have decided to start blogging about my commute everyday- the things I see and the observations I make below the streets of New York each morning (and evening). I think I will have a good perspective at this because at this point I am not as clueless as a tourist yet am still not jaded by the city.

It takes me about 45 minutes to get to work everyday. Since I live so far east it is a good 10-15 minute walk to the subway. I get on the 6 train downtown and then switch to the 4 or 5 at Grand Central or Union Square. I get off at the Wall Street stop.

Will this blog be boring? Only time will tell…