one morning, on my way to work, to a job I didn't really want, I caught the last possible train to be on time, and just when I thought I'd be there, some guy decides to throw himself under my train. of all the low down dirty stunts to pull on a monday morning when absolutely everybody feels that way already. he couldn't have picked a tourist bus? the river? or at least a tuesday or wednesday? it had to be my train, my last possible train, on the f irst day of my stupid new job. I felt like he was rubbing it in, that he had somehow gotten off of my hook and left me squirming the worst was that I wasn't even surprised. it happens every day in this city, although usually I'm not there to feel the brakes lock and sit in disbelief through the delay, waiting to be evacuated. I wouldn't have wanted to trade places with him but I wish I could have taken another train so my little problem would have been bigger, and so I could have suffered, without being reminded of the time.
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