Lately, it seems like every time I allow extra travel time to get someplace, factoring in the lately-nutso city traffic, my terrible luck with finding cabs, etc....then without fail I find a cab right away, zip up whatever avenue, and wait around self-consciously at some restaurant or bar for whoever I am meeting. On the other hand, those days when I debate the extra three outfits and two pairs of shoes, I have to make a quick stop for a bottle of wine, say, to bring to a party, and the next thing I know I'm leaving ten minutes late, well: watch out New York, because somehow, some way, the trains will stop running, broken-down trucks will flood every street, and every single cab in town will be occupied.
But then, much of life depends on timing. A matter of degree, really.
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