Fighting For My Life On The Orange Line

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You ever wake up thinking your commute is going to be smooth just for the universe to laugh in your face? That was me yesterday. So I'm heading out, getting ready to catch the orange line train. I already knew there was an accident earlier that morning, but in my head I'm like all right, by the time I get there, everything should be cleared up. Yeah. No, not even close. I get to the station and right away I can tell something's off. The platform is crowded more than usual. People standing around, checking their phones, looking irritated. You know that look. Thirty minutes go by thirty. At this point, I'm already mentally at work, and I ain't even on the train yet. Finally, the train pulls up. I get on, find a little space, and I mean little and we start moving. But the closer I get to my stop, the more people keep getting on. Then we start single tracking. Now if you know, you know, that means slow, delayed, and packed in like sardines. And I mean packed. Nobody can move, not an inch. And then it hits me that smell. Now listen, whoever that person was, they had the whole train spanking. I'm talking about spinky, stonky, stink, stink, stink. To the point my eyes started watering. Watering. I'm sitting there trying to act normal. But internally I'm fighting for my life like what is happening right now? At that point, I'm not even worried about being late anymore. I'm just praying my stop comes up next. So when my stop finally gets announced, I try to be polite at first. Excuse me. Excuse me. But let me tell you something. Ain't nobody trying to move. So I had to switch it up. I pulled my bag in front of me, tightened up, and started pushing my way through. Because at that point it was either get off that train or suffer. People everywhere, no space, no cooperation. I'm just trying to make it out. And when those doors opened, I didn't step off. I threw myself off that train. And in the middle of all that, I almost lost my shoe, almost left it behind like a whole cinderella moment. But I wasn't going back in there to get it. I'll tell you that much. I was done. Done with the crowd, done with the smell, done with the whole experience. Dun dun dun dun dun. But you know what? I made it off that train. Shoes still on barely, but it made it. And I made it to work. And honestly, that right there felt like an accomplishment. So if your day started off a little wild too, just know you're not alone. And if you ride that train during rush hour, stay ready because you never know what kind of situation you're about to step into. Make sure you follow, share this with your friends, co workers, anybody who's ever had a commute from hell. And I'll catch you in the next one.