Passport to NYC: THAT's my cousin!

My cousin Paige (Dad would always, literally always, ask her "what number are you?") came to NYC as a chaperon accompanying her youngest daughter, McKenna's class. They had 29 in the group and an impressive itinerary -- highly structured, the only way to do it!

We decided to meet up Saturday night for dinner at Grand Central Station. On the way, Paige and I txt'd back and forth timing and location. We decided to meet at Chipolties right across street. When I got there, I walked all around at least one entrance with no luck. Grand Central Station is HUGE .. now I feared it could be anywhere around the perimeter. There were a couple policemen standing close by - I always hate asking them directions because I know that is not their job - but I didn't want to get this close and miss them. The cops told me of 2 different Chipolties, neither was 'right across the street'. I thanked them and moved on to find a place to start txting so we could hone in the specific cross street. About that time I heard someone in distance say "go ask that lady, she's looking for Chipolties too" and then a "THAT'S my cousin!" It was hilarious! Remarkable that we went to same entrance and even asked the same cop. We had a good time and vowed to not let another 20 (or so) years go by before meeting up again!