Train Wreck

I have a friend whose blog moniker is Train Wreck. This post has nothing to do with her. Sorry, Train Wreck. This post actually has everything to do with an observation I had on the train this morning. I'm standing in the train waiting for the doors to close when a woman about 35-ish attempts to get on the train as the door is closing. Now, she would have cleared it entirely if she was neither one of the following 2 things. 1: a moron and 2: carrying a purse the size a small water buffalo. Unfortunately, she fit both of these descriptions and therefore did not clear the closing doors. First, her head hit both sides of the door like a demented ping-pong ball. Then, as her body slithered through the door, her right arm and the obscenely large bag that was attached to it, got wedged in between the doors. Try as she might, the woman could not get all the way in. A few good samaritans (read: fellow idiots) tried to help her and get the door open... to no avail. I stood there and did nothing. Now, I know you probably think I am a cruel person. Frankly, I don't care what you think. Secondly, I knew perfectly well that the train was not going anywhere. The door operator knows there is a door that is slightly adjar and will open it again to make sure all idiots are safely inside the train. It took a few seconds longer than normal in this instance but I think it was the door operator's way of breaking the monotony of his day with a little train door operator humor. I, for one, liked the guy's style.