With the onset of my job here at SickKids, I find myself in the daily commute. My mornings commence at 6:30 AM, with the sound of my dog snorting at my door. My eyes pop open in frustration. I’m out of the house by 7:10, where I venture off to the Second Cup for a coffee and a raspberry white-chocolate scone. Thirty minutes later, just enough time to polish off a coffee, I find myself down at Kipling station, where I, along with hundreds of other individuals jockey for a position along the yellow margin lining the subway platform. A subway arrives, and from that point on, the pushing and shoving begins.
This morning I was presented with a seat, a lovely treat to have considering the distance I was going. A woman flopped down beside me with a purse large enough to carry a small child. Her bag sat on my lap too. She then felt the urge to rummage. And by this I mean that her elbows extended at a sharp angle and travelled laterally as she peered into this womb of hers. She drove her elbow into my ribs. And from the rapid chain of events which ensued, I assume she jabbed the guy to her left as well, for a man who looked quite dishevelled arose rapidly and promptly relocated himself beside a much more ginger looking woman. I winced, and the lady next to me settled back in her place.
After dashing around St. George station through the thronging crowd migrating up the staircase, I once again found myself along the yellow line, anticipating prime realty in the cabin. I slid in, finding myself a pole to hang on to and foot-space to maintain my balance. A group of people filed in beside be; a girl was standing next to me. Her bag was larger than the other lady’s was, and nestled on her hip between her shoulder in such a way as to occupy the standing room that another individual could have had. She lost her balance as the subway jolted forward, and the bricks she must have been carrying, cuffed me in the side. I glared at her and then tried to shuffle away, not wanting to loose the handle space and foot-plantings that I won quite fairly. She backed up and jabbed me again with her bag, quite oblivious to the weaponry she was harbouring.
Lucky for me I only had two stops before I could relieve myself of this pain in my side. I climbed the staircase and arose through Queen’s Park station.
I can’t wait to see how well I do tonight.
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