Well…I took the V to 51st and LEX and transferred there to the downtown 6. The train was crowded as usual and I stood next to an old man with a tennis racket in a bag. I was reading a magazine so I ignored him as he moved his bag around from side to side…looking underneath and in it. I stopped reading when I heard him say “where did it go?”. A girl sitting near him responded: “um…brush your leg”. Realizing that she was talking to me, I looked down and saw a 2.5 inch cockaroach on my f%!@ing leg!!! I did my usual dance…brushed it off with my magazine…throwing the magazine on the ground…everyone on the train looked at me like I was crazy. I asked the girl if she saw it run away and she said “yes…you got it”. I sighed and bolted off the train at Grand Central, found my stairwell and my turnstile and rushed up the escalator to the front of my building removing my coat to check to see if it was still on me (even though the girl said I had gotten it…I did not see it run away MYSELF). SO I got into the elevator holding my coat over my arm…and looked down…and there she was…on the sleeve of my green coat. Even though two more people were on the elevator with me, I flung the coat on the floor, stood back and said “THERE IS A ROACH ON MY COAT!!!” The man who was sharing the elevator w/ me and another woman shook it off and killed it. I just finished the crying…but am still paranoid that there is something on me. I have considered going home for the day.

I am horrified of roaches. Thank you for pointing it out to me. And no thanks to anyone who saw me walking thru Grand Central w/ it on my coat...for not telling me.