This morning I was on the N train heading to work, sitting down, reading a book, with a large Dunkin Donuts Turbo Ice on the floor between my feet. The train operator seemed to be in a hurry for the first time ever, and took the sharp curve right before Queensboro Plaza without slowing down. My coffee proceeded to tip over and begin rolling away and leaking all over the floor. I instantly jumped up to get it...I hate to be that guy who spills **** all over the train. Just as I stood up, the train still in the turn, the car rocked hard to the left, I lost my balance, landed on my knees and flew into the door on the opposite side of the car. Once we got through the turn I finally managed to get my act together and stand up, pick up my coffee and return to my seat, subjected to only a couple of dumbfounded stares from fellow passengers. Nobody really pays attention to anything on the morning train ride. Ordinarily I'd feel like a real moron after doing something like that, but for some reason I've been laughing about it for the past hour.
