Sometimes the easiest things turn into disasters, rinsing one spoon, for example, or getting on a crowded train. Both tasks seem straightforward enough, but turn the spoon to the wrong angle, try to swoop through the restraints between the cars and you could be covered in water or crushed between the subway and the tunnel wall. The latter happened at Fourteenth Street on the C line, the former I just remembered as I thought about what happened to the poor guy.
"It was an accident!," a girl was crying (his girlfriend?), "It was an accident!"
C trains are short, only eight cars, sometimes you get on one and have the whole car to yourself (that happens too often at 5:10AM and then you start praying that the next people to get on board will not be in search of someone alone in a subway car at 5:11AM) sometimes, during rush hours, they are packed door to door with commuters trying to make their local stop.
Was he trying to get to some place important? A job, a party, home? or was he showing off for some friends? That girl?
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