The Subway Ate Me.

"Mind the gap," for real.

At Union Square today when entering the 4 Express (which is something I've done twice a week day for the past 12 months with no issues), I slightly misstepped, apparently placing not quite enough of my right foot into the subway car. When bringing my left foot forward, the right toesies could no longer hang on and down I went, straight into the dark hole. Or, the rather large gap between the subway car and the platform.

Interjection: I am fully aware that there are signs and announcements all over the place about minding the gap. Please no one else remind me; I've already been reminded by at least five friends so far.

Anyway, I wasn't unminding the gap, rather miscalculated the level of minding I needed to do. So my right leg flew straight down the hole, all the way up to my quad right before it meets my hip where it's too large to fit further down. I just iced the enormous bruise with a bag of frozen strawberries, but it makes walking so difficult that I paid $6 for a taxi home. Luckily, a kind woman was standing by the door and as I pushed myself up with my left leg and hands, she reached for me and pulled me up further. Nora, the older girl I work with, and I laughed our asses off for about five minutes straight. From her perspective, I was standing and then suddenly I was at her ankles. From my perspective, I was standing, and then suddenly I was at Nora's ankles. It was pretty funny indeed.

Funny until it started hurting. And until people reacted with, "Oh my God! That's so dangerous!" or "I would have cried." Then I realized that I could have been hurt worse and should not bitch about my bruise.

Just to all of you,
"Mind the Gap."