She watched as her adult son and daughter-in-law boarded the train in suburban CT, bound for the City. As he stepped over the gap between the platform and the train, the pants on the hanger from the cleaners slipped off their perch and disappeared into the abyss below. As his eyes registered his horror and dismay, the train door closed and the train moved off on its southerly route. Mother waving goodbye from a distance, saw it all. She raced over to the spot to see what she could do but because of the lip extending the platform horizontally, she could not see the trousers laying on the ground. As quickly as possible, she returned to her car and drove around the station to the other side so she could eyeball where they were on the ground below and behind the platform lip. From her vantage point in the car, she lined the garment up with a billboard advertising underwear, in the background. She then drove back around to the side where they had fallen. She parked. She waited. She needed to wait for all the other bystanders to clear off the platform in the vicinity of the pants. Otherwise, she thought, someone will call the powers that be and have me carted off. She waited even longer for the other side of travelers heading north to clear as well. All things working together, behind her was a small woods. She waded into the trees and found a single branch, a stick. Noting now that both platforms were clear except for some stragglers farther down, she returned to the spot where her son had boarded, with the billboard at her back. With stick in hand, she sprawled out long and flat on the platform. It only took three tries and she had the pants hooked to the end of the stick. She flipped them onto the space beside her. She stood up, picked up the pants and stick and left the platform. She tossed the pants in the car, returned the branch to the woods and when once again behind the wheel, took a moment to text her son that she now had his suit pants in her possession. Don’t you wish you had been there to see it?!