please send binkies, part 4

We were doing well. I was feeling successful. It had been days since we had had a problem. Binkie problem solved. Then we went into the city. And Zach didn't have a nap until 5:00 pm. When he fell asleep in the stroller as we walked back across Central Park to the subway station at 59th Street. Where he woke up. We got on the train. He moaned and whined a bit and rubbed his eyes. It was obvious he was very, very, very tired. Then, about 81st Street he started to scream--blood curdling, ear drum shattering, dogs could hear him above ground scream. Juice? No. Water? No. Car? No. And of course it is 5:45 pm when everyone is on the train on their way home from work and everyone is looking (pointedly staring) at me and my screaming child. And probably wondering what kind of parent allows their child to scream like that on the train. And why that parent is not taking their screaming child and getting off the train. I am alternating between trying to sing songs and nicely say shhhhhhh and clamping my hand over his screaming mouth. It did not muffle the sound one little tiny bit. I didn't know the child could scream at such a high decibel level. Crackers? No. Juice? No. Toy? No. Fruit by the Foot (the magic elixir that always seems to work at church)? No. Juice? No. Fruit by the Foot? No. You only have so much in your diaper bag on the train. I admit it. I searched every nook and cranny of that diaper bag, but it appears that every last emergency binkie has been tucked safely away in my sock drawer. Had there been a binkie on the dirty floor of the subway car, I would have picked it up and shoved it in his mouth. Had there been another child in that subway car with a binkie in his mouth, I would have climbed over people to reach that child, ripped it out of that child's mouth, and shoved it in my own child's mouth. He screamed and screamed and screamed. One hundred long, miserable, loud, embarrassing blocks later I got off the train and slunk away into the city, hoping to never see any of those people ever again. I'm guessing they don't want to see me either.