Beware the Tube

It was particularly bitter cold weather. Rugged up chin to toe, we had hustled into a tube and were defrosting inside the warmth of the carriage. The tube made a beeping sound. It was about to take off. More people jammed themselves inside and just as the door sped to close itself, a man leapt in.

Except that he didn’t quite make it.

The tube doors are tinted. We couldn’t see his body. We couldn’t see his face. All we could see was a leg, clad in brown woollen trousers and a flat manly shoe.

The train was taking off.

The leg was wiggling to escape.

The leg wiggled frantically but the knee was too wide. Finally the leg turned sideways and carefully but quickly extricated itself from the door. The door slammed shut.

We all breathed a silent sigh of relief and the tube glided onward.