Living in New York City I've grown accustomed to doing things a certain way. Or better yet, I've learned to do and not to do certain things. The train. The Metro. The MTA or whatever you want to call it, has a tendency of catching people trying to board their trains right at the moment they're about to set foot in the cars. It's embarrassing and not to mention frustrating. Do they do it on purpose? I think they do. This is why I don't run for trains.
It's happened to everyone who lives here. At least once. He or she who tells you know is lying and they probably got it bad. I've seen
Shoes, coats, scarves, strollers and book bags all been caught in the wrath if a Train Door. They're not motion censored people. They won't open for you. You can think you're Hercules and try and open them yourself, but you'll fail. Miserably. Don't do it. Learn from me. There is a train right behind that one. Don't be this cat. The End.