A Snowball’s Chance

All of the seats in the train are taken. The aisles are full of standing passengers. The area around the doorway has turned into just one big collective person there’s so many people packed in there. It’s one of my worst nightmares to get on at Montgomery Street Station and get pushed further and further into the middle of the train, so far away from the door that I run the risk of missing my stop (only a mere 4 stops away from where I boarded.) This has actually happened to me on the bus, so I know what I’m talking about, and I understand the panicked looks that suddenly appear on people’s faces when they realize there’s a snowball’s chance in hell of being able to squeeze through all these people to get out. However, when the train is coming up to a major stop where nearly half of the people that are on the train are also going to exit, you don’t have to yell “excuse me” three times in my ear and then try to crawl over me and step on my feet and push me and act crazy like the people in “Independence Day” when the alien ship started blowing things up and throwing cars around. Because, see, you’re able to get out just fine, and oh! I’m ALSO getting out, isn’t that ironic! And the other 100 people, well, they’ll keep the door open as they walk through it. It’s kind of like an elevator that way!