Isaac Cocco; Savior of Small Animals/Destroyer of Good Pants

[chaoticangel]

Why is it that no good deed goes unpunished? Today on my way to cash my check I was waiting for the F train at 169th street when all of the sudden I hear the loudest screech I've ever heard in my life. I turn around and twenty feet away from me is this 70+ little old Guyanese lady pointing at the track as if it the damn thing had looked up her dress. I look at the general area she is pointing to and I see Shit-Tzu (I know that's not the name but I don't like toy dogs) with its little tongue flapping out looking extremely pleased with itself about six inches from the third rail. Of course, I jump down and after about a minute of anxiety filled chasing I catch the little monster (who by the way jumped on to the covering of the third rail for about ten seconds of the chase) and pass him/her/it to his/her/its owner. Unfailingly this is the one day I decide to dress up and go out in my cream slacks instead of my black sweats and so as not to rip the slacks I walk down the tracks to go find the ladder that is usually hidden ten to twenty feet inside the tunnel (the old lady being so happy with me actually walks down the length of the track with me fretting the whole way that the train might be coming). I get to the area where there is supposed to be a ladder and come to find that the ladder had been removed to install water pipes. Murphy's Laws still in application, I hear the train coming. Deciding that I want to get on the train and not vice-versa (believe me at this point this was a serious consideration) I climb up the water pipes (which are never cleaned) and skip sideways to the boarding area (Rhett can tell you that sometimes there is no room to move any other way). I get on the train, check myself over and of course my slacks and my hands have machine grease all over them.

P.S. If you can't tell by this narration I'm a little bit annoyed.