Steppin’ Out
On Sunday, I told my friend I loved the pedometer she gave me, that it stayed put and never fell off.
On Monday, squeezing into a crowded subway, something flew off me and people scrambled around to see what it was.
Inside, I realized the pedometer didn’t make it.
Stepping back out and reaching down, I heard the doors close as someone kicked my pedometer, and someone else grabbed at it.
My hand tangled around an ankle and when I stood up, the doors opened back up.
I hopped in, looked at my dirty hand and my pedometer in it.
Congratulations! But if you drop it again, don’t go onto the subway tracks to retrieve it.
Comment by fastguy — January 7, 2010 @ 5:10 pm
You make a fair point, but have you thought about how it’d affect different people? I’m not saying you’re wrong, I just desire to identify that there’s more than one side to this story.
Comment by custom clock — January 23, 2010 @ 3:56 pm