Another F Adventure

Ok, I had a good time last nite, UNTIL on the way home at 3am when I was racing up the stairs to catch the F train.

At that stop, there are like 12 flights of stairs to reach the F. Seriously. Like that many. I've actually seen people stop to rest and have a picnic half way through. There are that many.

So, I'm almost to the top and I'm very weary, my legs are ready to give out, but I hear the train pulling into the station.

There was no way I was gonna miss that goddamn train at 3am, so I sprint to the top and race to the train, only to wipe out right in front of the doors, sprawled on my back on the cement, my head next to the doors.

I thought for sure the train would pull away with me just lying* there.

But it didn't and I got on and all of the passengers cheered.

I ran through the train and high-fived everyone and while yelling I'M NUMBER ONE! I'M NUMBER ONE! WOOOOOOOOOOO!

I made up that part about me high-fiving. I am the worst high-fiver ever. I miss the hand at least 75% of the time.

No, I was mortified and covered my face with my hands for the rest of the ride.

It is a very strange sensation to lie on the subway platform in front of the subway doors.

Fun night.

I think I broke my arm.

*(Goddamn you Gloria Gaynor for confusing me about lie/lay. GODDAMN YOU GLORIA).