last year i felt from the bart (sf subway) stairs and sprained both my ankles. a woman next to me was sprinting because a train was coming and i went along. it was not even my train. i was carrying a bag with lunch, carrot soup in a glass container. it splashed all over the floor, big orange splatter, very dramatic. after a year my ankles are still swollen and i can’t wear the friendship anklet my best friend got us. my point being, rushing is evil and never really worth it.
