Speaking of CTA horror stories, when I lived in NYC, I was on the subway one day with my nose in a book when I went to reach for the handrail and my fingers scraped something soft. I looked up and realized I had just gently scraped some girl's face.
And she looked tough.
And she looked pissed.
But, she seemed to be with someone who was either a new boyfriend or someone she was just getting to know. If my instincts were correct, she wanted to beat me up. But, at the same time, she really liked this guy and her mother always said don't beat anyone up on the subway on the first date. Or something like that.
So, I apologized profusely and she laughed. Kind of.
I am so grateful ~
1/ she was with that guy
2/ and didn't kill me
3/ and that I always maintain short, well manicured fingernails. If the scratch had been a little deeper, you never know ...
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