Little Black Glove

I have some little black gloves that help keep my hands warm when its cold..... well there is something magical about them because for some reason, they just won't get lost. Yes, I know that sounds funny and i certainly don't want to lose them. I actually like them! The thing is ~ twice I have lost one of them and twice I have found it! Let me tell you:

October 22nd, 2009, I had to work at a pumkin fest that the residents of my building were invited to.... it was in NYC at our property next to Battery Park, right off the Hudson (Tribeca Park). Well, as you can imagine, it is very very very windy there. Combined with the wind and the cool fall temperature, my hands get very cold. I was wearing my little black gloves to keep them warm. I was working on the South side of the building and decided to take a break to get some hot chocolate for me and my colleague. The deli I went to was on the West side of the building which faces the water (verrrrrrry windy there). I took my gloves off to go inside. Did what I went there to do. I left the deli with cocoa in both hands. When I got back to my post ~ my lil black glove was gone :(!! Oh my ~ I figured it was completely gone, with the strong winds I was fighting, there was no doubt my glove stood still. I looked anyway. Once the event was over, I walked through the building (from the South side of the building to the North) to go home. Well well well ~ my lil glove blew around the building and was waiting there against the brick wall for me..... I couldn't believe my eyes - there was my glove on the opposite side of the building from where I was, waiting for me. Pretty fun huh??? You can only imagine how happy I was.....

January 21st, 2010 - I was running late for my train and had alot in my hands. My little black gloves were tucked in my jacket pocket where I thought they were safe. I have to run under the tracks through a tunnel to get to the side where the train picks me up. I had 30 seconds to spare, so I yelled to the coffee truck guy, "Good Morning Vinny, I'll have a cup today"..... I'm walking up the steps to the train with a friend next to me, I dig in my pockets for my gloves and cry out, "OH NO, I lost my glove" ;(... a guy who just came up from the tunnel said, "Is it black? I saw it on the other side!". That was great news, except the train was coming. I got up the steps and looked across the tracks ~ yep, there it was, I could see it with my own two eyes. So sad, no time to save it. My heart sank with a sigh of "so close, but no luck ~ time got the best of the situation ~ good bye little black glove". (Yes, I could have missed my train and taken the next one, but then I wouldn't have this story right?!) So, I run to my train car, get in and see that its full, standing room only. Then all of a sudden I hear my name from outside on the platform "JEN".... I turn around to look outside & it's Betty, my train friend who she too barely made the train. We went to the next train car where she always enters because she's in a wheelchair and we got a spot right next to each other! I told her my lost glove story & without hesitation, she called her husband, who had dropped her off and asked if he would go back to get my glove. He was happy to oblige - Yay Danny, my little black glove hero.

So there it is, the story of my little black glove that won't get lost!!!