One day I was about to get on the train in New York to come back to D.C. I was carrying a fly bag I bought in the garment district. I put the bag down to purchase my ticket. When I looked down, there was a baby in my bag. He was so cute, I decided to call him Smiley.
I looked around and I saw the back of a lady running out of the train station.
I would think that he would be crying his eyes out, but he was smiling, cooing and even laughing at times.
Aww man he is so cute, but I got to catch this train.
Who was I fooling? I knew this was about to be a big ordeal. I asked the attendant to call 911 cause I sure was not about to chase "runaway mom" out of the station.
The police came, along with social services and took a report. Because there were witnesses they did not give me a hard time. Missed my train but was able to get on the next one. I actually enjoyed holding him for a while and he never cried. It was time to say goodbye, get on the train an go home. New York city is crazy, but this crazy had gone too far. Oh well, I'm sure glad Smiley did not crap in my fly bag!