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April 27, 2006
Mister Nice Guy
I wouldn't say I'm the most helpful person in the world, but I'll try and help someone out every now and then. So it was, I'm getting off the elevated train at my usual stop when I see an older lady trying to go down the stairs while carrying a rather large suitcase.
Perfect time for me to help! says I, because anyone who helps little old ladies with stuff must be a quality human being. I ask her if she needs help with her bag, and she says yes, so I start carrying the bag down the steps. Then I had the wickedest idea: maybe it would be funny if after we get down the steps, I jam the screwy one-way rotating door thingy so she can't get out, and I take off with her bag - like they do in all the movies where the country bumpkin makes his first trip to the big city. (I know there are other examples, but the only one I can remember is "The Freshman.")
But then I thought, If I did that, I'd only confirm the worst stereotypes about people who are trying to be helpful. Additionally, I'm already lugging my own backpack and a bottle of water, and she would probably be able to catch me, or have somebody kick the shit out of me, or mace me. Instead I decided to give her back her bag when I got to the bottom. It was probably the right move.
[Side note: it took me 20 minutes to find a picture of one of those doors. Know why? It's called a turnstile, not a door. F me. But guess what else? In Chicago, it's called a rotogate. A rotogate? What the heck is that?]
Posted by oz115 at April 27, 2006 03:11 PM
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Rotogates scare the living bee-jeezus out of me! They make me claustrophobic...or afraid of being chopped up by knives...or something.
Anyways, I'm moving out of the city in like a month. We should hang out before I'm an East Coaster!
Posted by: Candi at April 28, 2006 12:14 AM
Those door things are SO scary. They are just GIANT teeth ready to clench down on you and crush all your bones and muscles and leave you as a heap of rotting flesh... I do not care for those things... not one bit.
Posted by: christy at May 1, 2006 10:18 PM