I've heard this particular request uttered loudly on multiple occassions. I wonder though, how realistic does one think this request is. Short of possibly, POTUS, for whom would the train actually stop as it begins disembarking? And really, what are the chances he'd be riding public transportation anyway? In some ways, I think maybe it's just a declaration made, so that one can later express outrage at the system, when in fact, had they not stopped for that Double Latte Whipped Frap Soy Crapiato, or whatever they're called....you wouldn't have been trying to do your Usain Bolt imitation in the first place. As we've already covered, me, I ain't runnin' for it. Just not gonna happen. Next train please!
Let's explore what happens, should you by some stroke of "luck" manage to get to the doors right before they close. I had some lady cut me a rather dirty look the other day, because I refused to risk my fingers trying to pry the door open after she managed to squeeze her arm through. Sorry sweetheart, another 3 minutes and you'll have forgotten all about this train. Why should I risk my fingers for a complete stranger? Those of you that know me well know that, well.....I probably won't be risking my fingers for you either. Still love you though! Beyond that, and I have seen this happen, the door gets so thoroughly screwed up that now it won't completely close and engage. So now, we're ALL stuck here. And the next train can't even come! All because you couldn't decide whether or not those shoes went with that outfit in a timely manner.
Although this really boils down to little more than a minor annoyance in the grand scheme, but all I'm saying is plan a little better in the mornings (or the evenings), and you can avoid all this. Oh, and if you should happen to see me inside the door as you're sprinting towards it......save your arm and your dignity and just wait for the next one. :-)
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