Dear CTA:

Hi, my name is Enna, I take your trains one stop on most days. Sometimes I walk. I think I might be permanantly walking.

See, today a tourist asked me which train to take as I was boarding an L Train, and I told him the right train. This took all of three seconds. I had my arm and leg in the door. The door closes. ON MY ARM. "No problem," I think to myself, "the train will alarm that someone is stuck in the doors."

AND THEN THE TRAIN STARTED TO MOVE.

I start to wiggle my arm out of the door, all while walking with the train as it starts to roll. I almost lose my ring in the process. AND MORE IMPORTANTLY I ALMOST LOSE MY ARM. The tourist guy is pulling me and FREAKING THE &%$#@ OUT.

I get my arm out. No harm, no (real) foul. My arm hurts a little, but not as much as, oh, I dunno, it got ripped off.

Tomorrow I will find out exactly what time that train was there, and I am calling it in. Ironically, in the Red Eye (a free commuter newspaper here in Chicago) there is a contest for the worst CTA story. Between this and the old lady who was 'gooey' for a lack of better term would probably win. That story would also gross out everyone ever. So I will not retell it here. Maybe someday, when I am lacking other things to write about.

Ok folks, off to work with me. I have to leave early today, since I am going to walk instead of take the train.