Two lady tourists

Two lady tourists, bundled in red, mobbed me on the Manhattan-bound platform at Dekalb Avenue. They had to make it back to "the Hilton near the Apple store" by two o'clock, to catch a limo. They had just come over the bridge and seen the water, and they knew that was wrong because they'd never seen it before.

They were skeptical when I put them on the B to 59th Street-Columbus Circle. "There's more than one way of getting to the same place," I called after them. They answered woefully: "That's what we're learning today."