The Axe Murderer Next Me

So i missed my train today. Actually, i was standing right outside of it and the doors were closed. They JUST closed them. Isnt that terrible? I made it just in time to miss the train by 5 seconds. FIVE SECONDS! I felt terrible. Like, God, i'm a terrible person for missing my train. Why do i always miss it. Well, not always, but often enough. Well not too often, but once in a while is too many. Why? Why does that bother me and unsettle me so?

Ok, so, i thought to myself, i can still have a good day despite this. I'm just going to pray for one anyway. And what i'm really meant to learn from this is how to deal with my own disappointment. I hate being disappointed. (Notice any patterns here?). I just hate failing at what i set out to do. I set out to catch a train, and i didnt catch the one i wanted. But i still caught one that would still bring me into work by 8:30. So why all this anxiety?

I dont know. Anxiety is my friend. I've used it to keep me from failing. But now it's not working so well anymore.

Ok, but i'm not done with my story. So, i get on the 7:05 train convinced that i was meant to miss the 6:48 train and that something better awaited me. And at least 7:05 train has fewer passengers. If i sit in the last cart, i can get the whole seat to myself.

So, as usual, i closed my eyes, just to rest them a bit ... i've been up since 5 am and i went to bed at 11pm. A few stops into the ride, someone sits next to me. Hmmm, a little odd, but, it happens. I flicker open my eyes a bit. It's man, in a baseball cap and a red checkered, lumberjack kinda jacket. I move my purse from between so that nothing is connecting us. Oh, but there is. An awful, terrible smell. I couldnt fall back asleep, so distracted was i by this very strong odor emanating from right next to me. I prayed for him and then me. God save us from noxious odors.

Ok, so beyond all that, i really tried to think of a field of flowers and fall asleep. It was A LONG train ride, made worse by a train delay. But in the end, when we finally arrived at the train station, i opened my eyes and realized that there were PLENTY of empty seats in our train cart. Why didn't the guy pick one of those? Is it weird or what? Why would a guy, any person really, crowd another person by sitting next to them with his foul fumes instead of sitting alone?

Good God, he must be an axe murderer. Why was he dressed like one and weirding me out? That's the only explanation i could come up with. I wanted to catch a cab, but i was outta cash. I kept looking around me to make sure he wasnt following me. I dont think he was. I called dh to let him know that the lumberjack murderer was after me. Word to the wives out there, never do that to your dh, unless you want to make your husband feel powerless.

Quickly realizing my mistake, i told him i'd call him when i got to work. I put 911 on speed dial and started to walk real fast.

I got to work all right. Lesson learned in all this ... well, it's certainly not that i have an overactive imagination spurned on by disappointment and a subconscious need to teach myself a lesson about missing trains! Noooooo, it's ... Next time, Crazy Man Whose Odors Could Kill, Dont sit next to me!

jw