Thanks, Metro! D:
So, I slipped and fell down thanks to the slippery tiles of Metro last night. LMAO, man, it was so funny. I'm glad I wasn't hurt. I do have a natural cushion after all. I was just listening to album version of "Clever Sleazoid" while walking down the escalators. "Under the name of Justice, You can’t break my..." PIMP DOWN! I was wondering why all I saw were asses. I honestly didn't know that I fell except for the pain in my bum and the lack of music. I fell so hard my mp3 player turned off, LMAO. People were nice and helped me up. I've heard horror stories about how people don't help. So, it was cool. I said "Thank you!", turned my music back on, and giggled on out of there. Joanne from work saw me and tried to talk to me, but I just nodded because I couldn't hear her over my music. As soon as I walked out of the station, Ike called and was like "ARE YOU OK?!" I started looking around...is he here? He repeated, "ARE YOU OK?! ARE YOU OK?!" I laughed and said that I was fine and why did he ask. He just said that I sounded breathless or something. I hesitated, but I went ahead and told him that I fell down...again. I couldn't stop giggling because I knew it had to be a sight to see. The thought of it makes me laugh now. But, thanks Metro for not throwing up a little bit more cash to get rubber floors or something.