Tripping

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Riding home on the subway the other night, there was a really obnixious little boy waiting on the platform with his family. Maybe 11 or 12, he was well beyond husky, with a buzz haircut, a dark tan and a bullying attitude. I watched him manipulate his parents and harrass his sister. Not a good kid.

As the train pulled into the station, he crowded up to the platform gate taking a position front and center that would prevent people from getting off the train. I find that to be truly annoying behaviour in anyone, and this kid was already topping my annoyance tolerance levels.

I turned to Tod from my position near the side of the gate and whispered, "Can I trip the fat kid?" I don't think he heard me. But apparently my feet did.

As I entered the train about a half a step after the fat kid (who'd been forced to to move to the side a little as people pushed past him getting out of the train), my ballet slipper-clad foot twisted just a little and slipped in front of his chunky athletic shoe. He tripped and stumbled into the train, recovering his composure in just an off-balance step or two.

I can't believe I did that. I swear my foot seemed to be acting on its own...

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Way to go!:-)

A big pat to miss footy! :-)

some do what others only dream about...

some do what others only dream about...good going!

Perhaps your foot will become like that disembodied hand in that episode of Dr. Who. Remember that one?

a freudian trip?

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