Lost Phone

After the MS Walk yesterday, I accidentally left my cell phone behind in Katie’s car. I called her from work and told her I’d stop by that night to retrieve it. “I’ll call you when I get there,” I said, not realizing until I had walked halfway to the PATH train station on Herald Square after work that I did not have a phone with which to call anyone. Thankfully there is at least one operable payphone still standing in Jersey City, its handset bright yellow enough to kill germs at both ends, located across the street from the Grove Street station, so I made my arrival announcement from there.