morning hazards
In one of the more unpleasant wake-up calls I’ve had in a while, I took a pointy high heel (with weight behind it) to the second toe this morning on the F.
There was probably a missed run or an accident up the line this morning, because I had to cram into an already moderately full F. The 30-deep crowd on the island at Market and Main Street all crammed in both sets of doors, which led to the accidental jab to my sandaled foot.
The F has consistently pissed me off, but this is the first time it actually bit back.
Tara Ramroop may never wear open-toed shoes on the F again. Got any Neosporin?