This happened to me on a NYC subway during a morning commute many years ago, except there WERE people to witness my recovery, yet no one looked up, which was somehow even more embarrassing.
It was a rainy day, and a 6 train had just pulled into the station. I swiped my card and bolted for the train just as the door closing warning bell rang. With just seconds to spare, I leaped into the car, and my leading foot landed on the slick floor of the car just as my hand grabbed the pole. Unfortunately, the floor was wet and muddy enough that my foot had no traction and I did a 360 around the pole on one slippery foot, leaving a huge arc in the dirty floor, but I never lost my handhold, so I stayed mostly upright.
I looked around for some commiseration or at least acknowledgement from the other passengers, but I got nothing. No one even looked up. This, my friends, is how you can be surrounded by 8 million people yet feel desperately lonely.
SirLenzalot on September 14th, 2017 at 01:09 UTC »
Whose balls do I have to fondle to get my own plaque when I threw that empty bottle over my shoulder and into the proper recycling bin?
TooShiftyForYou on September 14th, 2017 at 00:45 UTC »
Same sign maker left this one.
whosthedoginthisscen on September 14th, 2017 at 01:00 UTC »
This happened to me on a NYC subway during a morning commute many years ago, except there WERE people to witness my recovery, yet no one looked up, which was somehow even more embarrassing.
It was a rainy day, and a 6 train had just pulled into the station. I swiped my card and bolted for the train just as the door closing warning bell rang. With just seconds to spare, I leaped into the car, and my leading foot landed on the slick floor of the car just as my hand grabbed the pole. Unfortunately, the floor was wet and muddy enough that my foot had no traction and I did a 360 around the pole on one slippery foot, leaving a huge arc in the dirty floor, but I never lost my handhold, so I stayed mostly upright.
I looked around for some commiseration or at least acknowledgement from the other passengers, but I got nothing. No one even looked up. This, my friends, is how you can be surrounded by 8 million people yet feel desperately lonely.
SirLenzalot on September 14th, 2017 at 01:09 UTC »
Whose balls do I have to fondle to get my own plaque when I threw that empty bottle over my shoulder and into the proper recycling bin?