Sunday, October 01, 2006
I love the metro in this city. It gets me where I need to go, with only a slight chance for me getting lost, and usually the people who sit next to me give off a slightly less repulsive odor than the ones on the bus. However my experience with the metro this past Thursday gave me pause.
As you probably know, Thursdays are my kickball days. It’s something I look forward to every week. This week was supposed to be the last game, but by the time we got out there, it had started pouring. Now, we’ve played in the rain before, but it was absolutely pouring out. No one was around and we found out that all of the games had been called. The last time a game was called was b/c of the tropical storm, El-crappo, last month. Anyways… it was disappointing, to say the least. I had been really psyched about the last game and getting to see everybody before the season ended. Of course, people were still planning on heading to the bar, but I definitely wasn’t feeling it and neither were my friends. We headed back to the metro in the pouring rain. Got to the escalator and started walking down. About halfway down my foot slipped on the slippery wetness and I fell. It wasn’t that bad, in terms of falling down and escalator. I only went down about two steps. However, upon landing, my forearm went right into one of the little spiky teeth on the steps. When I got up, the act of wrenching my arm off of the step caused the subcutaneous tissue to get pulled out a bit. There was blood and grossness. It was not pleasant. My friends were horrified. I got up and walked over to the manager’s station and asked the metro personell inside for a band-aid or some first aid stuff. They looked at me like I was speaking a foreign language. I held up my bloody gushing arm, which was, by then, dripping all over the floor, and they finally seemed to get the picture. The lady inside took her time though. They actually ended up getting a mop and cleaning up the floor before they gave me anything for my arm. Bastards.
Anyway, long story short – no stitches needed. I went to the nurse at work the next day and she said it looked like it would be ok. That’s definitely a good thing. Guess I’ll just have to wait for some other misadventure to test out whether or not my new insurance is all it’s cracked up to be.
