an abrupt stop

i notice this particular pattern amongst people who tend to ride on subways. they all seem mildly irritated with me when the train comes to abrupt stops, and I lose my balance, and I topple over, upon them. some of them even seem angry, no matter how many “i’m sorry’s” i enunciate.

today, one person told me… you, kind sir, can never be sorry enough. and I replied…  you know, i always hate it when people call me “sir.” it makes me feel less child-like.

it was very fortunate that I had reached my subway stop because i had this sinking feeling that i was about to topple over again.


About The Lost Pedestrian

In my wanderings throughout the moments/days/years, I try in earnest to find the mystical within the mundane and the mundane within the mystical, oftentimes confusing one from the other. I have wandered and roamed through many a city, many a town, in a state of wonder and bewilderment, without necessarily going anywhere. I am easily lost, but eventually found. (I am guessing you have just found me). My sincere hope is that you will find Something in this warehouse of thought, memory and false memory, words, numbers, tangents, murmurs, echoes (lots and lots of echoes), voices, dreams, and other paraphernalia.
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