This is what happens when you run to catch a Muni Metro train.
Because you gotta learn somehow.
I was in school at SF State at the time, merrily (sarcasm) commuting my way to the outer reaches of San Francisco on a daily basis. Classes were over for the day, and as I approached the intersection of 19th Avenue and Holloway, I saw the M-Ocean View I needed. The crosswalk timer was counting down, and I made a dash for it.
Real quickly: That thing where you’re walking and one ankle just randomly completely collapses. What’s that called?
Whatever it’s called, that’s what happened to me. While I was running. For Muni.
I slipped and skidded across the light-rail tracks, probably 15-20 feet in front of the train and its driver. He saw the whole thing happen. He had front-row seats, in fact.
Still wanting desperately to get that train, I picked myself up off the tracks and hobbled my way up the platform. The laws of the universe at that exact moment conspired to close the doors to the open vehicle and have it begin to pull away.
I got close enough to bang on the windows, thinking all the while that the driver had to have seen me, that there was no way he’d really leave me there, broken and without a ride home.
Within eight seconds or so, I realized what had happened. And it was at that moment that I decided I would never run for Muni ever again.