I Have A Master's Degree. In Getting Locked Up.

Remember how I got locked out and then locked in?? Turns out that the degree I began with those apparently reached a conclusion yesterday as I set a new record for myself, excelling in such activities, as they may be.

I was out shopping after work and got to the station way later than usual. The display board was yet to announce the platform on which my train stood but I sallied forth confidently, not letting that deter me.

I saw the train that comes from home pulling in and by over using my mental capacity, figured this was the one I was supposed to board. So I did, after dutifully letting the passengers get off. I chose a seat and made myself comfortable thinking gleefully how I'd been so smart as to choose a seat near the door which would open right in front of the exit of my home station.

Toodle doodle doo... tweet tweet... deeet... sat there twiddling my thumbs mentally, waiting for the announcement, other passengers... something that would be indicative of the normalcy of this situation. And then, CLANG! The doors shut. The display starts to show the trainis heading t another station. And I'M THE ONLY FREAKING PASSENGER IN THE TRAIN!!!!

To add some merriment to this situation my phone starts buzzing just then and since I recently changed my ringtone to 'Dakota' and it scared the friggin hell out of me when it rang in the middle of the night while I was in that state between sleep and wakefulness and am yet to fully recover from the trauma of this, it didn't help things one bit.

Anyhoo... after much running back and forth between the two sets of doors and activating the emergency alarm and standing like a fool while people passed by without so much as looking at me (Was it because I was wearing black???!!! NOOOOOOOO... I'M A RIGHT HOTTIE YOU FOOLS!! HOW COULD YOU NOT SEE ME??!!!)... I had a guard come spot me, give a slightly undecided look and finally unlock the doors. He also asked 'Where were you when we were checking the train earlier?' I was trudging towards it, that's where I was. hmpfh!n an aside, why doesn't it ever happen that, for for-the-sake-of-posterity type moments, nobody ever asks 'Where were you all my life?' type questions??? Ok, maybe not. That would be freaky. So yeah, he helped me out all the while looking like he was mentally shaking his head going 'Damn fools! THIS is what I do with my life, deal with people like HER! GAH!'

Long story short, I hopped on the right train and came home.

No, I don't do embarassment... not much point really because that would mean I'd be embarassed all the time.

Soooo.... if this was the conclusion of my MA in Locked Up, I wonder what my graduation's going to be like. *sarcasm* can't wait! *end sarcasm*