Tuesday, May 15, 2012

Buzz the Buzzer and They'll Buzz You In

In the rush-hour crowd at the 14th Street station this morning I wheeled Sophia to the emergency door and found it locked. Usually it gives way like a magnet separating. Sounds the alarm.

“Buzz the buzzer,” a portly black woman beside me said. “And they’ll buzz you in.”

I pressed the button and peered through the bars at the woman in the booth. She gave a little glare and I felt the door release.