Misty water colored narrow escapes

On my way to the gym last night, I boarded the 42 bus and pulled the $2 in quarters out of my pocket, and as I dropped the coins into the collector, I watched the diamond ring on my right hand slip right off my finger and into the change collector and down into the box. The one you can't get into unless you have an MTA supervisor, a specialized mechanic and a security guard all in attendance.



Jeez-us.

So I rode the bus all the way to the bus depot at 42nd and 11th and gathered up these people and said, "Hi! I dropped my jewelry into the change box. Please, I beg you, get it out."

Except they couldn't do it because they needed one more specialized security person in attendance and he was not scheduled to be there until 8pm.

So what did I do?

I left my jewelry on the bus, gave my phone number to the supervisor, and said, "Give me a call if you can make this work."

Then I went climbing.

At 11:30pm, a mechanic called and told me he had my ring and that it was in the safe at the depot.

Can I believe this? Can you? I'll let you know what happens when I go to pick it up.