These sorts of things happen to me all the time; I’m used to it.

Indian Arm from RCB

I ran for the skytrain at Metrotown and got caught in the doors while they closed. Usually they open again when things get caught in them but this time they didn’t. I managed to force myself in but the doors closed tight around the strap of my messenger bag and would not let go.

I stood there for a moment in disbelief as the train began to move. The wind picked up the bag and it began to flap around while I held onto the straps so it wouldn’t fly away.

People were whispering to each other that my bag was stuck on the outside of the train. I took the time to turn around and introduce myself to the people in the car. I laughed self-consciously, announced that the next stop was Patterson Station and waited for the time to pass. Metrotown and Patterson are not very far apart but the distance felt huge.

Things were fine until my bag collided with the train going the other direction. There was a huge thump and one of my notebooks went flying off into the abyss. “Something fell out…” a man said. He then repeated it another two times. Maybe my “yes, I noticed, thanks,” was too calm and not enough acknowledgment for him.

Finally we made it to the station and I was able to pry my bag from the doors and assume a really nonchalant position.

When I got to class I surveyed the damage. A jar of beads had smashed inside and my clipboard was a little bent. It wasn’t until I started unpacking it that a bunch of beads began to fall out onto the floor through a brand new six inch long gash in the bottom. I needed to replace my bag anyways. Though given the placement of the large hole, if I’m careful about how I pack my bag it will probably last another 4-6 months.

It could have been worse. I could have lost my phone or my wallet. My computer or my camera could have been in there, but they weren’t. All the expensive and important things emerged unscathed.

But why my notebook? My notes and sketches were in that book and it left me lost. All through class I didn’t know what to do. My instructor kept asking me what I was working on and I didn’t have a good answer. I just filed the edges of a silver sheet flat, made a lot of dust. I’ve been a little spacey all day.

I went looking for my notebook afterward but I didn’t see it because it was very dark and the area between the two stations is full of bushes and ditches. In all likelihood the book is still up on the tracks somewhere. I doubt I will see it again.

4 Responses to “These sorts of things happen to me all the time; I’m used to it.”

  1. chris Says:

    I know I shouldn’t have laughed, but that was hilarious. I could picture you standing there all nonchalantly while your bag is popping against the train. Maybe it was a sign that you needed to start a new notebook?

  2. erin Says:

    It’s alright. I think it’s kind of funny too. No sense in getting upset about it.

  3. tammy Says:

    Okay, I am so sorry about your notebook. I completely sympathize with that out of sorts feeling and I hope you’re feeling more like yourself now.

    Now, having said that, DUDE! Best Skytrain story ever! I love how calm, cool, and collected you were. Your my hero.

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