Ouch. Ouch. Ouch.

A very unglam thing happened on the way to work Friday. I was daydreaming along in the last car of the "F" train when ... WHAM ... in the space of about a half second I was lying on the floor of the train. Turns out something triggered the emergency brake and we screeched to a stop. That is, the train screeched to a stop. Me, I kept going. You know, objects in motion and all that.

I sprained my ankle, bashed my shoulder, banged a rib. I was mortified (very undignified, very unladylike, very unglamorous) but two nice men plucked me from the ground and one of them even gave me his seat. For the few seconds I was down there I couldn't help but think "what an interesting angle... down here on the ground with all these shoes and boots and ankles and knees all around me.... great photo op...." Yes, this is what photography has done!

I'm dinged, but not broken, and I'm back at work today.

[Postscript: I never found out what triggered the brake, but I hope it was something important. Like a llama on the track. Or a herd of reindeer.]