You know those times on the tube when step on to the platform and you see your train is still there, with the doors wide open, beckoning you inside.
Then you see the timetable screens ‘flashing mind the doors’ and you hear the bleeping noise signalling that the doors are about to close.
Do I risk limb and life to get on that train? Do I feel lucky? Am I a punk? Will I get hurt? Or will I just get humiliated and pretend like I didn’t want to get that train anyway?
I’m sure us commuters have had this discussion with ourselves before, as you do.
But this guy, this brave, brave soul, wasn’t afraid of the rejection.
He wasn’t even fazed by the potential pain. He casually strolled up to the doors as it bleeped.
“Stay away,” it warned, “stay away!”
But just as the doors began to close, the guy seemed to switch into super-human mode. He seemed to say to himself in a deep voice: “I… have… the… power!!!” And he used his bare hands to try and hold the doors open.
There was a gasp.
“Will the mighty doors crush him?” were the words from everyone’s lips. Well, at least that’s what the looks on their faces said.
They (and me, obviously) looked on in total awe as the man in a white T-shirt with bulging muscles (well, sort of) pushed those doors back and strolled on, effortlessly.
I’m guessing it was a ‘you-had to-be-there’ moment. Whilst tired.
Well, I need to keep myself entertained somehow on my commute to and from work. Fun times.