just pulled into long branch... the doors opened & four people exited... I was halfway through and the damned doors CLOSED ON ME....
not in front of me... not behind me....
ON ME!
I was sammiched in between the doors...
a gasp was heard and someone yelled "oh my god!"...
i'm okay but my arms are going to be bruised.
now am on the connecting train and a guy... on the somewhat cute side of the spectrum (compared to others on this train)... said "you're very pink today... just felt like going for it,eh?"
I retorted, "it's my pepto bismol look"...
and he giggled. actually giggled and said "that was funny!"
i've got a million of 'em, mister... a million of 'em
(and no. I didn't say 'well, i'm the gigglechick')
sad that I had to pass up cocktails with the donkey tonight... I wasn't feeling good... and lack of sleep... and apparently I don't get paid til tomorrow...... not to mention I worked til 6:45....
maybe all y'all in nyc who read my drivel, well perhaps we can meet up one evening ???? yes?
::: plunked in on my treO:::
