I saw the horror flashing across the faces of the women crowded above me as I slipped down, backwards into the crack between the moving bus and the platform.
I could have sworn they had red eyes and steam coming out of their ears.
I was so engulfed in what I was doing that even though I glanced up while they were at the cash register, I noticed nothing amiss.
And to make matters worse, internet commenters almost immediately started discounting my story.
Nothing gets you over somebody faster than finding out that they’ve been making money off of you.
I thought for sure my periphery experience would lead to me being dismissed, but if they had used that as criteria, there would be no jurors left.