Fluid Spill, as Documented by @heyfairfield
You platformers know full well what I’m talking about. You’re sitting on a reliable red or blue seat, minding your own business, reading the Times on your way into the City. Suddenly something catches your eye. It’s something wet…moving…around your feet.
Now you don’t want to jump on the table like a cartoon housewife who’s seen a mouse, but at the same time, what the hell is that?
So you do the sensible thing and sort of lean into the aisle or stretch to look over the seat in front of you in the hopes of seeing an obvious explanation, like a commuter fiddling with a coffee cup that’s lost its lid, maybe even apologizing to a seat-mate for the spill. But often, there’s nothing.
Just liquid running under the seat and around your feet.
And that’s when your brain kicks in with some horrifying possibilities. Oh sweet mother of the rails, has someone had an accident on the train?
So what do you do? Move your feet and get back to the paper? Drop your paper and try to soak up whatever it is? What’s the uber-cool commuting move?
