Oh, I forgot to mention. There was one minor little incident in my first subway trip. As I was leaving the station, my shoebox managed to get jammed in the turnstile. those turnstiles aren't joking. Grabbed my shoebox and held it firm. Had to grab the box with both hands and yank it free. Smashed a hole in the top of the box, but fortunately the shoes are fine. But it brought to mind a childhood trauma. When I was about ten, I somehow managed to get my leg caught in a turnstile going onto or leaving a ride in Opryland in Nashville. They actually had to get someone over to take apart that turnstile to get me out, since you really can't just yank a ten-year-old boy's leg free. If that had happened today, we could have sued the park and now been owners of it instead of them shutting it down and turning the space into a shopping mall. That sucks.
And speaking of childhood traumas and stuff, I still have not seen my first subway rat yet. Those of you who know me know that I only seem to have one phobia: Rats. Every time I go in the subways I brace myself and prepare myself emotionally so I don't run screaming like a little girl and make a complete ass of myself on the subway platform in front of hundreds of people I'll never see again and won't remember even if I do see them again. Lots of poeple here look a lot alike. I swear, I saw this one guy walking towards me today three or four times. He looked like the guy who runs the deli on the Letterman show. There's a lot of guys down here who look like that.
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