I just have to get this off my chest…
Last night I was on the train, fitfully awaiting to finally reach my stop because I have a sick child at home and time seems to stand still and the train seems to go slower when you have something you NEED to get to. So about 3 stops before my stop, I got up to get closer to the door so as to avoid the onslaught of commuters getting off the train. I’m not usually one to HAVE to be off the train first, but I like to be in the front of the heap because it’s a major stop.
Well the old diesel trains have a vestibule that says don’t stand in the vestibule while the train is in motion, but people (including myself) do it anyway…and I’ve often thought OMG…I really shouldn’t stand int he vestibule because what if the train derails and these two cars I’m standing between are dislodged from each otehr I could be thrown from the train, land on the third rail and die…OMGOMGOMG!!!! I won’t do that again…ever…sorry for scaring you!!! So last night I did stand in between the cars. And I waited. and waited. and waited. God, can’t this train move faster, I have a sick child at home and I have to stop at the pharmacy first to pick up her prescription. So then, as I’m standing there, the woman onthe inside of the door, opens the door and makes a check mate type move to step in front of me or at least half put her body in my way so I can’t get past her when the train does finally arrive at the station so she’ll have to go first. She was carrying an American Girl Doll shopping bag. So then all I could think of her was…oh no…go right ahead lady…you get off the train first…it’s waaaaaaaaaaaaaay more freaking important that you get that silly American Girl Doll home to your pre-schooler than it is for me to get to the pharmacy and home to get my child the medicine she needs to feel better. Please, be my guest! wench!
The word wench is perfect in this use. I love that word. I am just go on and call all the people bothering me today wenches. Damn wenches.
Hope Miss. Lil Foot feels better.
ok. but you don’t really know her story. Maybe she was rushing that AGD to a sick child in the hospital? Probably not, but it could happen. I’m just sayin’.
Ashley’s got those dolls
Is that your sister above?? I try to think of things that way when people are driving crazy. Else I just get mad at “dumb” people and road rage..so I try to think that maybe they’ve got some emergency or were just told somebody died or something terrible. That helps me to forgive them easier 