Thursday, February 25, 2016

A Public Meltdown Because You Missed Your Train


Don't get me wrong. I get upset when I miss my subway every once in a while. You managed to get down the subway and swipe yourself in. You check the monitor to find out that you train literally arrived two seconds. You fight through the crowd of people that are going upstairs while you're going downstairs. Once you finally made it down, the subway doors are already closing.

Of course, you'd be disappointed after all the blood, sweat, and tears you spent trying to get downstairs. But this day to day thing that can happen to anyone never drove me to having a dramatic public meltdown. That was the case for this one guy.

I was getting off my train ride to the Bronx, which felt like forever. Then again, everyone feels that way during rush hour. Its that two hour time period from five to seven where everyone is getting off from work, and trying to get where they need to go, whether its home or to their second job. It's a mad house to the point where I'm surprised they're not doing it like how they're doing it in Japan.



So for me, getting off the train after an hour in rush hour felt like heaven, and that I didn't die from suffocation. New Yorkers don't give a damn who they're squeezing. All they're thinking about is getting to what they need to go.

I made up the stairs when this older man about to go downstairs. I knew he wasn't going to make it because the time I got up, the doors were already closing. The man heard the doors closed and he erupted in front of everyone.

He shouted the word "FUCK" so loudly and for so long, his voice echoed across the entire station. He got down on his knees in between, letting all of his frustration out. I jumped like a scared frog, for I was three feet away from him, and was not expecting that to happen out of nowhere.

Everyone around looked at him like he was crazy, he didn't matter. He let it out and kept it moving. So did we.

The struggle is real, even when it comes to simple things like missing your train.

Wednesday, February 24, 2016

Olive Oil Sacrificed For A Oatmeal Raisin Cookie

Don't you just love it when accidents happen because you want too much of a good thing in whatever moment you're having?

One evening, I was leaving campus after going to my last class for the day. The sun was down and the night filled the sky. I don't know about you, but whenever it's night time, my body begins to immediately shut down. Now that it knows the night is arriving and feels it in the air, it signals me that I should get home quickly.

Due to that, I didn't feel like cooking. I was ready to order takeout near my apartment and head inside. Sadly, I was broke and had raw food in my apartment ready to cook. So I walked into a nearby Whole Foods to get a bottle of olive oil that I need to start cooking.

Luckily, there was a Whole Foods two blocks away in the TriBeCa area. I walked inside and found the olive oil. I was on my way out towards the end of the checkout immediately after getting up. It was after five and I wanted to avoid the major rush hour down at the subway. I turned a corner and temptation was officially triggered.

I entered the aisle that sell baked goods. There were cinnamon rolls, bread, sugar cookies, etc. My eyes first glared at a jumbo sized glazed donut until my eye gazed upon it's next door neighbor; oatmeal raisin cookies.

My legs began to shake and my mouth watered to the point where I was almost drooling. Anyone who knows me know that oatmeal raisin are my all time favorite cookies. I can eat them forever. I stared at the glass, knowing I haven't had a oatmeal raisin in four month.

So what did I do? I grabbed a cookie and fucking bought it.

I made it outside and headed uptown to the nearby subway. I couldn't try waiting to eat it when I got back to my apartment. The smell was coming out of the brown paper bag. My stomach was growling, begging me to have it. It took me twenty steps away from Whole Foods before I decided to eat it.

I went into the bag to try and grab the cookie, but my arm got caught in my backpack's one sleeve strap. The coat wasn't making it easier. I adjusted myself here and there, but I grabbed the cookie. Sadly, the olive oil had to be sacrificed.

I grabbed the cookie, but the entire Whole Foods bag fell off my finger tips. It landed on the concrete so hard, you heard the glass crack in the bag. I picked the bag back up. The bottle part ended up being smashed. I would've saved it, but the oil was already leaking. I had no choice but to throw it away, or else it would've been leaking on the way.

Ain't it funny how something gets sacrificed because you wanted too much of a good thing?