Posted on August 4, 2012 by Amy @ Second City Randomness
I have quite a few irrational fears. Clowns. The ice cream man- which may also stem from the same place as the clowns issue does (I’m looking at you, Stephen King). Walmart after dark. Stepping on man-hole covers on the streets because I’m afraid of falling through.
Just to name a few.
But the most recent one? It came as I became a member of the public transit system.
Not the small turnstiles. Those I can manage. Sure, it’s an art to roll your suitcase through one. But I’ve practiced and become semi-decent at the trick.
It’s the tall ones I fear.
Obviously the girl in front of me hates them, too. As shown by her opting for the “emergency exit only” door. You can easily guess which route I took.
I mean… come on.
What if my bag gets stuck? It’ll get wedged between the two turnstiles and I’ll be stuck forever (which is horrific- as an average sized human being, it’s still a tight fit)! Or killed in some crazy Final Destination-style moment. Because my luck will surely run out one of these days.
What if the person behind me pushes too hard? It’ll send me flying out as I get tripped up in the “walk through”.
What if I push the wrong way? Does it still work?
What do tall people do in these things? Or overweight people?
I HAVE SO MANY QUESTIONS!!!!
There has got to be a better way.
And until these questions are answered, I’ve learned the various paths of least resistance. Also known as which way to walk off the train at my designated stop to avoid the scary death machine if at all possible. Or only use them at stops that are less populated so I know I won’t be shoved through like cattle.
Although the turnstile I used last night was not spilling people out everywhere, it still gave me anxiety.
It’s not the only reason. I also heard the damn ice cream truck coming my way. Had to run a half block with my work bag flying behind me.
Stupid Stephen King movies.
But I’m safe now. The door was deadbolted and continued to stay that way all night. Because I stayed in. Not so much because of my fears (the ice cream man was long gone by the time it got dark), but because it was either have a relaxing night on the couch or meet up with a guy who asked me out on a date and then decided later on to add “bring a friend and let’s go drink our faces off”.
I feel the right choice was made.