This past weekend I went to Waterloo. It was a great visit and I came back to Toronto refreshed, rested and revitalized.
I felt pretty much on-top of the world, and the trip back went very smoothly. For the most part.
When I got to Union Station, I had to get onto the Subway. I approached the one way revolving door blissfully. Unknowing of what I was about to endure.
I swiped my metro-pass.
I started going through the door.
The revolving door stopped.
I was stuck.
The space you stand in is very small. I had two bags, One of my bags was STUCK in the door jam behind me. No problem, I'll just go backwards. Not an option. The door was forward only. I squirmed around and I became more stuck. People are walking by and staring.
I am on display like a goldfish in a fishbowl.
Obviously, I got out. But I was so embarrassed, and my cheeks were burning the entire way home. The worst part of the entire story was the fact that I didn't have to go through the revolving door... There were 4 other entry points, with no way to be trapped.
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