On some nights, Ally works at a bar in Brooklyn, booking and curating burlesque shows. Since we live in the Lower East Side, this means that she and I both each spend a fair amount of time on the L train. I'm actually at the bar right now, sitting at the box office, typing this post into my phone. That's not strictly relevant, but I wanted to give you some excuse for any potential spelling errors - there's a good chance that there is some girl with tassles on her etcetera's in front of me, so I might be a bit distracted.

Anyway, as I was waiting for the L train, I saw a guy on the other side of the tracks run down the stairs, jump the last two steps, and then busted out the biggest smile whlie pumping his arms in the air. The reason was that he had timed his arrival on the platform perfectly, and was able to walk right onto the train that was opening it's doors as he walked up to it. I felt so good for him - I've been that guy, and it's the best thing ever.

When it happens to me, I pretend that my super power is always being able to walk right onto the train.