Throw Norman from the train a bag, 2 bags

This past Saturday, I had the fortune of going with my daughter's in-laws to see a wonderful musical in New York, "In The Heights." The plan was that I would take the LIRR train from my sister's house on the island, switch to another train and exit in Lynbrook. In Lynbrook, all those who were to accompany me would be at the station; I would get off the train and we would chat for 1/2 an hour until the next train to Penn station arrived. Halfway through my journey, I received a cell phone call from a member of the extended family saying that instead of getting off the train, I should merely throw my bags off the car and Norman (my daughter's father-in-law, who was not going to the theatre,) would pick up the bags and bring them to his mother's house where this family group was staying. So when Martin, Norman's brother asked me what car I was in, I had no idea. I didn't get the phone call before I switched trains; it never occured to me to count the car I was in. I said I was about 3 cars from the last one. The train stopped. I saw the entire family, including Norman, all the way at the end of the train station. I took my bags to the door, literally threw them onto the platform and saw Norman running up to get my bags. The others entered the last car and we didn't connect with each other, hugs, kisses and the like, until the next stop when we were able to open the God forsaken heavy car doors. If this doesn't seem funny to you, the reader, you're gonna have to trust me on this one.We were all absolutely hysterical laughing. I mean to see Norman, who has now grown a gray haired pony tail since the last time I saw him, running down the platform was a sight I will never forget. I'm surprised the cops didn't go after him as he was picking up these two bags from seemingly out of nowhere and carrying them to his car. A memorable event, indeed.