Feel safe knowing there's a crack team of professionals protecting our bridges, trains and tunnels.

I'm not feeling well today. I shuffled along so slowly after I got off the train, by the time I reached the stairs they were empty. Until I reached a landing where the stairs turned left and saw a man in a dark uniform out of the corner of my eye. I didn't think anything of him, didn't see what kind of uniform. Could be a cop. Could be a MTA employee. A security guard standing out of the rain to use his phone. As I passed he called, "Hey, can I walk with you awhile?" Without turning around I said "No" and continued upward.

"You sure?" he said, climbing behind. "I got an umbrella. You don't have an umbrella. Let me walk you."

"I'm in a hurry." I said, picking up the pace.

"C'mon baby. You don't want to get all that beautiful hair wet..." at this point I had reached topside, and people, and relative safety; so I turned around to confront him. As I did he reached out and grabbed my arm. "...just let me walk you awhile. Keep you dry. I don't bite."

I yanked my arm away and took a step back. He turned around and descended the stairs hurriedly. As he turned the corner on that same landing I saw his badge, jacket, hat, and shirt were emblazoned with the words "Department of Homeland Security."

Yes. I've made a few calls.

Posted by Antigeist at March 28, 2005 01:06 PM