Following is Brenden’s account of his adventure on the subway platform today.
Trains don’t always stop when the door closes on some one.
Today I was getting in the train when it closed on my arm. I was expecting to have to apply a little pressure, and then the door would open. I was wrong. I could not get the door open then I heard the “phhssssssstt” of the breaks unlocking and feel the train start to lurch (my arm has not been removed). I start jogging next to the train, slightly panicked screaming “stop the train” then adding “asshole.” Luckily i managed to rip my arm loose leaving my newspaper flapping in the wind still clutched in the doors grasp. oy vey
I’m glad that I am currently at work, and not at the ER or the morgue with my impaled husband.
Aunt Cat (& Uncle B)