Doors of Misfortune

This Friday was a night of strange adventures. I have not the words. So I am invited to a house out in the suburban area of the city for some excellent chili. Good food, great 80’s classics, good marshmallows, good times. On the way back, me and two friends are catching the metro back to Campus. The first of my friends step into the metro and I proceed to follow. All of a sudden, and completely without warning, THE DOORS BEGIN TO CLOSE!!! Needless to say I’m caught by surprise as these sliding doors start jamming into my shoulders and hands. I am pushing back on them yelling and trying to escape into the car of the metro. Like a mouse in trap that has just snapped upon him I squirm and wiggle until I am all through the door except for my foot which is holding it open. At that moment, I look back thinking I made it only to realize that the grueling escape has only begun. There behind my stands my bro Chris. He is looking at me with a face of horror. The first thing that went through my mind was basic training. You do not leave a man behind!!! Never!! So I am there with my foot holding the door half way open yelling come on man. Chris pushes and tries to find some way to squeeze through the space. Time was running low. Maybe it was the pain in my shoulder, the florescent lights beating down on me or the strength of the doors pushing against my foot, well whatever it was my foot slipped back and the doors snapped close like the jaws of an Egyptian crocodile. There I stood on the other side of the doors looking through the snot and hand smudged window of the door looking back at Chris. Our eyes could only communicate the sheer misbelief and horror as we retained eye contact as the metro slowly pulled out of the station. It was seriously something out of a movie as I rolled away and I watched him just stand alone on the platform. Then for dramatic effect I ran down the cart following him through the windows until I could not run any further. I sat down with my other traveling partner in silence as we sat and wondered what ever would become of our deer friend Chris and if we would ever see him again. Long story short Chris made it out of there and we waited outside the station right and in the mean time I went and bought a delicious Krispy Kreme to pass the time and ease the sorrows of my shortcomings in life. Just as I finished the lat bite of the delicious glazed with chocolate on top. Chris appeared from the escalader of the metro and we caught the bus back to campus.