Allow me to tell you an Amusing Anecdote About my Day
So*. Yesterday I was, as is my usual routine (until the end of this week) I was on the 27 bus from Finch to Milton. I prefer to get off the 27 at Meadowvale and take the Milton train the rest of the way because it allows me an enjoyable last leg (the 27 takes a mazelike route out of Mississauga which tends to upset my tummy). It also saves me a few bucks; the cost of a direct 27 route from Finch station to Milton station is a couple bucks more than getting off at Meadowvale and taking the bus in. Don’t ask me, ask GO.
Yesterday, the bus was about 18 minutes behind schedule, which meant that it was three minutes after the scheduled arrival time for the Milton train. I still figured I’d take the train home. As we pull into the station, however, I saw that the Milton train was pulling in as well. Hey, I thought, I can catch this!
I strutted into the station, down the stairs, as fast as my stubby legs could carry me and not leave me an asthmatic wheezing wreck when I got onto the train (I’ll wheeze, but not asthmatically). I didn’t encounter any of the departing commuters until they were on their way down the stairs, and thankfully they hewed right enough to allow me up the stairs.
Of course, the lady who was galumphing across the platform, her nose buried in her book, didn’t notice my rapidly oncoming bulk, but a grunted “excuse me” cleared her out of the way, and I was home free. “The Doors are Now Closing” grunted the PA system as I leapt for the door, my feet finding purchase on the floor and momentum carrying me into the train until the door close onto my bag.
I’m not a physicist. I don’t know what happened to the momentum that my body possessed when the doors shut onto my bag. I do know that I am sore as fuck right now. Thankfully, a nice bottle of Life brand ASA (Thanks, kinra) has helped keep the pain at bay.
*I love starting a story with “So”. It allows me to leap into telling the story with a minimum of stage setting. “So” indicates that you’re continuing from where you left off, even if it’s from the title of the piece . As in this.
Yesterday, the bus was about 18 minutes behind schedule, which meant that it was three minutes after the scheduled arrival time for the Milton train. I still figured I’d take the train home. As we pull into the station, however, I saw that the Milton train was pulling in as well. Hey, I thought, I can catch this!
I strutted into the station, down the stairs, as fast as my stubby legs could carry me and not leave me an asthmatic wheezing wreck when I got onto the train (I’ll wheeze, but not asthmatically). I didn’t encounter any of the departing commuters until they were on their way down the stairs, and thankfully they hewed right enough to allow me up the stairs.
Of course, the lady who was galumphing across the platform, her nose buried in her book, didn’t notice my rapidly oncoming bulk, but a grunted “excuse me” cleared her out of the way, and I was home free. “The Doors are Now Closing” grunted the PA system as I leapt for the door, my feet finding purchase on the floor and momentum carrying me into the train until the door close onto my bag.
I’m not a physicist. I don’t know what happened to the momentum that my body possessed when the doors shut onto my bag. I do know that I am sore as fuck right now. Thankfully, a nice bottle of Life brand ASA (Thanks, kinra) has helped keep the pain at bay.
*I love starting a story with “So”. It allows me to leap into telling the story with a minimum of stage setting. “So” indicates that you’re continuing from where you left off, even if it’s from the title of the piece . As in this.