Today on the light rail, I was NOT a cry baby.

I don’t know HOW it happened, but while I was sitting on the light rail, I felt something sharp and prickly in my shoe. The next thing I know it stuck me and hurt like hell. I screamed “OW!” only to find this barely-speaks-English Asian man turn to stare at me. I take off my shoe. YES, I took off my shoe ON the light rail. I found what appeared to be a splinter in my toe and thought “wtf, I’m not wearing wooden clogs.” I continued saying ow. In fact, I continued to be in pain much like this:

Finally, the asian man asked me “Are roo O-K?” in his broken english. I said yes, as tears started forming in my eyes. Luckily, the splinter was not very deep and luckily, I don’t have ugly feet so being barefoot on the train was not as uncomfortable as you would imagine. I pull the splinter out with another loud “Ow.”

The man sitting behind me leaned in real close and said “awww do you have a booboo??”
Me: “kind of.”
NotFunnyMan: “Awww so you need your mommy to fix it?”
So I know I probably look like a child today with my holey jeans, simple tshirt, and hair in a ponytail, but come on man, I have my work ID tag on..I can’t look that helpless.
NotFunnyMan hands me a tissue and says, “To wipe those tears up.”

I ignore him, put my shoe back on and move to stand by the door for the next few stops. He keeps giggling at me with his friend.

Moral of the story: I wasn’t crying.

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