I was going to post about Valentine’s Day in London, and how these cute kids at recess at the school across from our flat clung to the fence and shouted “Happy Valentine’s Day!” to everyone who walked by, and how the Tube was not so much full of couples going out, but guys carrying bouquets of roses to their sweeties at home. But then something far more exciting happened today.
I was taking the Tube to go meet Stephen for a nice dinner. As I swiped my Oyster card to exit the station, a guy swiped his to come in and then … he wiped out. He completely ate it; he went down on all fours as if someone put a purple banana peel underneath him. His feet nearly slid into mine, almost causing a domino effect. I looked down to see what could have possibly made this 40-some-year-old man take quite a spill.
It was a sandwich.
The poor guy was taken down by a rogue sandwich, like a banana peel on Mario Kart. The guy was embarrassed to death so instead of saying something like “Are you OK?” I believe I said a very American, “Dude! A sandwich! What the heck?!”
And then both of us walked off.
So to all you single (or taken) people out there who think Valentine’s Day couldn’t be worse, it could — you could slip on a sandwich and fall down in a crowded train station.