The Wailing Wall

So on the ride on yesterday, we got to observe one of the funniest sights that I have seen in my almost 7 years in purgatory.

The usual Taste of Chicago muggles were getting moved forward from the cars that were getting closed off. An older lady and what looked like her granddaughter were coming through the door into our car. Somehow the older lady managed to lodge her finger between the door and a piece of metal that the door slides into when it opens. It amazed me that someone could even do this, but leave it up to the tourists to do the impossibly stupid. Even more incredible was that she could be so brain dead and live into her 60's, but that is a story for another day... Anyway, she started immediately screaming her head off. I mean she was crying for her dear life. So she gets the finger out, and of course sits right next to us, bawling her eyes out. Then the car crash observing side of us took over, and we each spent the rest of the train ride trying to peak over and see how bad the damage was. I was expecting a deformed finger pointing sideways, or a cut gushing blood... you know something to justify the wail of death that she was putting out, not to mention the 3 stops worth of crying she did after that. But it was to no avail. She had what amounted to a papercut. It barely bled at all, not even enough to get a spot on her clothes. What a let down. If you are going to scream like that, at least make it worth while.

All I have to say is thank GOD there are only two more days of Taste, and then I get my train back from the muggles...