You know what’s a sickening sound? The clatter of your BlackBerry falling on the rail tracks at the Philly 30th Street Station. Many thanks to Rich and Warren from Amtrak who not only recovered intact, but refused a tip. My guess is if I offered to buy Phillies tix, they would have thrown the phone back.
Looking down on the tracks I saw the phone flashing with an incoming call that I really wanted to take. Another train came before my newest buddies could rescue it. I listened for the crunch, then realized I couldn’t hear it anyway. Two things came immediately to mind. First, I wasn’t going to make the restaurant before closing, and second, this would be a good segment on Letterman.
And, my cabbie today? He knew a shortcut to park. And, when I walked in, I came through service entrance as they were delivering freshly baked cheesesteak sub rolls. It does beat the smell of walking into Shea.
I’ll check in later.