I got on the D train Tuesday after work. For those of you not familiar with the New York subway system at 5 p.m., let me tell you, it’s packed. You have to (gently) push yourself on sometimes. This is what I did Monday. My arm ended up awkwardly across my chest, but I couldn’t move it without brushing anyone else’s bits, so I held it there awkwardly.

 

At the next stop, the guy I was sandwiched up against and I stepped off the train to let our fellow passengers out. Only the button of my coat got tangled in the stretchy cord on his backpack, so we were stuck together. We laughed as we freed ourselves.

 

Too bad he was about 16. Could’ve been a good meet-cute story.

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