Thursday, 05 July 2007

• Of all the times I've ridden the T in the past four years, nothing compares to the incident that occurred this morning.  I mean, I've had my fair share of falls on the T, but usually those occurred when I was with a friend, someone I could laugh with when I found my face meeting the floor.  This morning, I stood at the very back of the T since it was rush hour, and there was no where else to go.  You know how there are those single seats that face the windows?  Well, I was holding onto the bar right by that seat, listening to my music, minding my own business.  I'm not sure if the T driver was in a bad mood and was deliberately breaking so violently or if he felt like taking the passengers on a rollercoaster ride, giving us whiplash, but I soon found myself swinging sideways on the pole like a retarded pole dancer.  My bag slipped off my shoulder, disconnecting my earphones from my iPod, and before I knew it, I was sitting down.  I somehow managed to swing all the way around and land on the seat situated beside the pole.  Too bad there was a man sitting there, and my sudden presence on his lap startled him.  There I was, sitting on a stranger's lap, earphones still dangling, bag on the floor, people around chuckling.  The worse part was when I tried to stand up and slipped on my bag and fell right back down on the man's lap.  I was a wreck, and the fact that this occurred during rush hour on a packed T just made everything seem worse.  AND, because I'm socially awkward at times, I started talking to myself, the way I normally do when something embarrassing happens to me.  Wow, what a morning for me.

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