Run Sally Run

Run Forrest run, run Lola run, run Sal run! This morning, like every other morning, I arrived at the station with just a few minutes to spare before the train arrived, completely forgetting that I had to buy tickets. While waiting in the long lineup to purchase my ticket, I realized that I would miss the train. I hadn't even ordered my ticket as the train pulled in. It had already been at the station for at least 2minutes by the time I cancelled my ticket. I don't know what came over me and I ran. I ran as fast as my feet could carry me. I ran for dear life (yes, yes, I like to over-dramatize). I was about to give up when a woman whom I never looked at said to me, "You're gunna have to RUN!" So I did... and I entered the train just as the doors were closing. I was thrilled because I hadn't expected to make it. I went around, very cheerful for a Monday morning, throwing smiles in every direction.

In a parallel dimension, I missed the train. I gave up hope as the train pulled in and decided not to run. While I was waiting at the platform, I read a few pages from my book, reinforcing my belief of how stupid it is of people to run to catch the train when they know they can't make it. A man ran past me to get to the train. I saw him at the platform swearing at the train that was pulling away. He glared at me as if I'd made him miss the train. I fumed at the unfairness of his action. As I sat down in the train, I glared at everyone else in the train. I squeezed through the throngs of people on the street as I walked to work, not caring if I bumped into people. The people on the street suppressed their anger which they then took out at others - coworkers, family, strangers, etc.

If you enjoyed this crazy post, go see Sliding Doors and Run Lola Run. =P