I had intended to vanish from the message board (for personal reasons) without posting one of those awful “I’m Leaving–Miss Me! Miss Me!” threads. But under the circumstances, I thought it proper to touch base, let everyone know I’m OK and to hope you all are, too. I asked Tuba to revoke my posting privileges about three weeks ago, so I am asking Cajun Man to post this for me.
My office looks down Park Avenue, so we saw the whole thing happen Tuesday, from the conference room. After the South Tower collapsed and we got calls about the Pentagon, we decided that getting the hell out of there was the better part of valor–my office is very close to three major targets (Grand Central, the Chrysler Bldg. and the library), so I beat it uptown.
I spent the night at friends’ who own a co-op on 103rd and Riverside–if I’m going to be a war refugee, I intend to do it in style. I bought overnight items on my long walk uptown. The next day I heard the PATH trains were the only way back to NJ, so I went back downtown to try and grab one.
It was then I discovered that the pantyhose I’d bought were two sizes too small–as I headed West, my pantyhose headed South. I ducked into an open building, leaned against the wall, kicked off my shoes and began to frantically tug my underpants and stockings off. Just then, an elderly Chinese man sipping a cup of coffee turned the corner of the hall and encountered me doing my impromptu striptease. I drew myself up, said “good morning” in my best Margaret Dumont voice, whipped off my undies, stuffed them in my briefcase and departed with great aplomb.
I’m back to work today, Friday, because Ladies Must Eat. Not happy about risking my life for a company that won’t promote me or give me any editorial input . . . But can’t make a living just from my books. I have my nail polish redone and my best outfit on, so at least if I’m going, I’m going in style. As I said, my building is very close to several targets–but at least it’s an old mortar and brick building, not one of these pansy-ass steel and glass things that collapses every time you crash a jet plane into it. So, I stay away from windows and hope for the best.
Take care, y’all, hope you’re all alright–
–Eve