This morning, a polite young man let me into a packed R train first, even though there was a chance he wasn’t going to fit in after me. I flattened myself as much as I could to allow him in, too, and as he tried to squeeze between the doors at the last minute, the sleeve of his leather jacket got caught. I stared at the fabric, pressed into the crack between the doors so tightly he couldn’t pull it out, and remembered a time when the same thing happened to me.
I was wearing a plaid cape and flew into the 4 train, superhero style, in the last seconds before the doors closed. One side of the cape got caught in the doors, and in the moments before I knew the train would begin to move, I had all of these terrifying daymares about what might happen as we moved through the tunnel:
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So did the man survive or did he too become a victim of the wretched accursed mole people???
Hilarious post & very well written
Your comment was so sweet! Yes, I’m from Ohio! Sadly, still in Ohio. What a great little strange place it is here. Yes, we do have the same degree!! Well, you’re finished and I’m still working. It is possible that we might be the same person in different forms.
You always make public transportation sound super exciting.
First of all. Cape? Interesting.
Secondly, I would have imagined it would have pulled the whole thing off either leaving you neked (yes neked) or beheaded.
OH THE HORROR.
Katie Ett: Mole Bride.
I see a mini-series.
Hahahahha…. I loved the comments above, so hilarious. As are you. And I really did picture everything in my head. With a ridiculous soundtrack of sorts. Better than any show I’ve ever watched, really.
AAAAND, again, I’m slack on reading the blog… have I mentioned enough how much I love your photos? So unassuming and people (and cats! and zombies!) seem so comfortable around you and your camera. When I whip out my camera people either go hardcore VOGUE or bury their face in between their knees… aye yie yie.
Anyhow, your comment over at B@T was so just so darn awesome, I needed you to know it meant a lot. Ah yep.
Ah!! I would totally freak out if that happened. I would be the one crying!
Ha!
That’s why I wear a poncho over my cape when I ride the train.
:)
This was totally worth reading just for the phrase “mole bride.”
You are the best story teller ever. And I so need a cape.