This morning I woke up pretty late... maybe five minutes past when I usually leave? I checked the trains. I could either make the next one in 10 minutes or wait a half an hour and be late to work.
As I walked outside, the train was sitting on the tracks. In desperation, I made a run for it anyway. As I reached the platform at the top of three flights of stairs, the doors closed and the train started to pull away. I stomped my foot and yelled. And then, the most magical thing happened.
The train stopped. The conductor opened the doors and let me on. That sweet man made my day.
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