"All Under Heaven Are Equal."
Today, RQS and I decided to see a movie in the city. One problem: We had to take the subway to get there, and her line wasn't running due to construction on the line. So, it was off to the bus stop where we waited for a long time. No, it was not the normal 5-10 minute wait. Instead, it was a close to 20 minute wait, as the construction going on 2 blocks away was fouling up traffic for blocks around.
As we usually do when we decide to take the bus to the subway, we walk a couple of blocks to the nearby express bus stop. And that's where we waited. Buses tried to make the left turn onto an Eastbound street, only to find out that construction related jams were forcing everyone to back into the intersection to turn and take a circuitous route around the construction zone. Flushing bound buses were taking roads usually used by Brooklyn bound buses causing even greater confusion for many riders. And as far as I can tell, it was all because a single key intersection was closed to vehicular traffic for the weekend.
We eventually made it to a subway line that was running and made it into the city. And then we took the "backdoor" route to Chinatown to reach the Nom Wah Tea Parlor. (Ping's was closed for renovations, scheduled to be open next weekend.) Sadly, there was a 60 minute wait to get into the place. So it was off to find another nearby place - and we did just that. The food was acceptable, but not as our other go-to places.
After lunch, it was off to the Staten Island Ferry. Neither of us had taken the ferry in years, and I figured that it would be a nice way to kill some time. So, off we went to the ferry, and onward to Staten Island. For those who want a pleasant way to kill 60-90 minutes, a round trip on the ferry would be a good way to do this. Once we were done with the ferry, it was off to the movies and that's where our problems began.
RQS had read the theater's movie schedule, and we believed that the movie we wanted to see was showing at 5:30. One problem - the movie was scheduled for Sunday, not Saturday. Now, we were on the West side of Manhattan with an awkward walk to take us to a subway station from where we could go home.
We finally made it to the subway, and it was almost a case of "you can't get there from here." But we did get to the line we wanted to reach, and made it to a station near her home. After a stop at the supermarket, we had to wait for a bus to take us home. By now, it was 3 miles of walking for us, and we were too tired to cook. So, again it was Door Dash to the rescue - albeit with 30% higher prices than if the restaurant had been doing its own delivery. (I avoid using them at all costs, as I don't believe that they should be nicking the restaurants 30% of the bill, instead of levying a fixed service charge.) At least, we didn't have to go back outside to pickup the fixings for dinner.
