fewer friends

the subway was packed to the gills, more packed than the usual rush hour kind of packed. i barely had room to find a handle and when i did, it was only by the tips of my fingers.

as the train was slowing to one stop, this guy squeezed right next to me and yelled into my face, “So, you’re not going to let me off the train, are you?” It took me a second or 2 to notice that he was trying to get off of the train and i guess my body was blocking his way. but the train hadn’t stopped yet, so i wasn’t aware i was blocking anybody’s way.

And I said to him, “But the train hasn’t stopped yet, and I was not aware i was blocking your way.” But he was gone before i could complete my sentence.

And I looked all around me and thought, “Well, great. Now everybody thinks of me as the kind of person who blocks other people from exiting trains. No wonder i have fewer friends these days.”

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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