Entry Four in the Anthology of "The's": Crowd Tides at the Station

The train screeched by the narrow ledge of platform where ozens upon dozens of people waited anxiously to get in. Holding on to and with everything I had i waited for the tide of people to push. I was too far back in the crowd (no linger just a line) to get tugged by the udertoe just yet. So I waited impatiently for the sea of people before me to disperse and fill the train. It was too much to hope to get in, though I was already late, but at least if this crowd lessened I could get in on the train. I really felt the urge to push when the next train came in though. I wasn't technically late, in fact at this rate I was early. But my officemates and I had made a deal that whoever came in past our agreed call time would have to treat us out to dessert or something. My only chance was if they came late too, in which case the last two to arrive would be the ones to provide the treats. But since there were only three of us in on it, things were not looking up. By the second--or was it third?--train I has been swept by the crowd to the near front. I was definitely gonna get in. But a trampling was also possible. Around five minutes later I found myself, barely breathing with my sleeves half off my shoulder, wedged between arms, and elbows. I just hope I made it in time. Squeezing out the train after another five long minutes or so I rushed to the FX stop. The train ride had taken my energy and as I sat exhausted on the back seat of the FX I felt my phone beep. Too tired to check I resigned myself to my fate. But as I arrived at the office I found there was some good news: we were all late. So I got a free pie today but I would also pay for meal drinks tomorrow. Life's an empty train on rush hour, you never know what you're gonna get.