Two weeks ago today I had perhaps one of the most embarrassing moments ever. I have been reluctant to talk about it for fear of karmic retribution. Seriously, though, it was a complete accident. One that, perhaps, would only happen to me. Well, that I would cause because it didn’t really happen to me.
I was waiting for the train at a different stop (technically my old stop, but I had switched to a different stop last year). I was getting on the train behind a woman (close to my age…she was reading a book that I had previously thought about getting, but now I don’t think I can even look at the cover without suffering PTSD). Anyway.
I wasn’t that close behind her – a respectable distance for boarding the train. Well, this lady was wearing flip flops you see. Yes, flip flops to work. Seriously. That’s irritating in and of itself and, I could use it as a way to make myself feel better.
So. I accidentally stepped on the back of her shoe. I apologized profusely but then something far worse happened.
Deep breath.
The shoe…fell into the tiny gap between the door and the station. It fell ONTO the track and there was no way to retrieve it without having to wait for the train to leave.
That woman gave me the dirtiest look. We both said, “Oh no!” I, again, apologized profusely but then came the awkward part. Should I stay and help retrieve the shoe or should I leave? I didn’t know what to do so I took a seat and buried my face in a book.
I haven’t been back to that station since.
-M
P.S. Pony, email me!! I got a new(er) computer at work and have lost your email.
