As the train came to a halt, I reached back to grab one of the handholds. I grabbed some dude’s ass instead.
“Pardon me,” I said, which is really the funny part of the story because 4 months ago I never would have said the word “pardon.” Funny how some things just rub off on you. The dude was standing there reading a book. He barely looked up when I reached for the handhold and was already back into his book when I begged his pardon.
See, when you commute by train, you get used to the sardine-like conditions associated with the mad rush home. For some odd reason, and it my experience during my working life has been that it works this way everywhere, people arrive at work on a staggered schedule yet all pretty much bail out at the same time. This is the period of the mad rush home. On a train, the mad rush can get…tight. There’s bumping and brushing up and, at times, inadvertent grabbing. Like today, for example.
What’s my point? There is none. Well, I accidentally grabbed some dude’s ass today and laughed about it as I walked home. I am grateful I didn’t get my ass kicked in return. That’s the point, I suppose.
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