On the way home on the train a young man dove for the doors as they were closing. When I say “dove,” I mean it. No way would I have tried to make it, even with turbo-rocket tennis shoes.
He failed. Spectacularly. I think there may have been blood; I’m not sure the train left the station and him in a crumpled heap.
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That’s gotta smart. Hurts thinking about it.
By the way, the first time I heard (read?) the term “face plant” was when you described your own face plant at the restaurant where you used to work.
I had thought you had meant a face plant into your hands. Almost happen ed to me reading it.
The automated trains at the airport in Atlanta don’t pop back open if you stick something between them as they’re closing. The rubber gasket is thick and soft enough that nobody looses a hand but I have seen a guy’s briefcase get crushed between the doors before being spirited on to the next concourse without him or it’s handle.
no risk no reward.
Now that I would ride public transportation to see.
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