While standing on the train platform yesterday, I pulled my last tissue out of my bag. It slipped through my fingers, and was whisked away by a conveniently timed wind.
I followed it like an ape, stooping over to pick it up only to have the wind snatch it from my grasp each time. I was taunted by this barbaric game the entire length of the platform. I angrily plucked it a heartbeat before it attempted to flutter over the edge never to be seen again.
My dignity, however, was not so fortunate.
