While riding the crosstown bus last Sunday, I couldn’t help but overhear a conversation the attractive 40ish woman sitting on a seat under the clearly noted signage stating “this seat reserved for the elderly” (no way would I EVER sit there!) was having with her credit card company. Her designer tote and designer handbag took up two more seats, and her small designer dog (on a designer leash) stood in the middle of the aisle.  Get the picture? Her decibel level was loud enough to ensure the entire bus could hear her end of the conversation, which went like this…

   “American Express? This is Jane…..I just received a text from my platinum card saying my payment is overdue…pause “yes, my name is Jane (she then spelled her last name), my account number is 34xxxxxxxxx” pause, “yes, my address is” (for Jane’s sake I won’t add her full name, address or her account number here but trust me, an entire busload of people heard every word and every number!).

  We also heard she was a New Yorker not a tourist so unless it was a crazy stunt I still cannot believe her naïveté and just hope, for her sake, she doesn’t have her credit card or her identity stolen.   As she exited the bus on Central Park West still talking to Amex I glanced around and exchanged incredulous looks with a few of my fellow passengers sure that, like me, they were thinking (in caps) ONLY IN NY!!