I swear the most awkwardest things in the world always happen to me.
I am literally this all the time:
The other day, I was on the subway rushing home after work, crammed into a subway car. We stop at a station, and the guy standing in front of me tries to get off the train.
But he couldn’t. My scarf had gotten stuck in the zipper of his backpack.
(I was wearing a scarf I bought in Ukraine, that looks like this:)
Somehow, one of the tassels got right into the part of the zipper, and he couldn’t get off! He was literally trying to drag me off the train with him. I tried desperately to pull it out, but it was really jammed in there. The more I panicked, the harder it was to pull it out.
The doors closed, and he missed his stop.
By the next stop, we both managed to get it out and he got off at the next stop. But I was absolutely MORTIFIED.
At least the guy was really really really nice about it. I’m surprised he didn’t punch me in the face.
Too bad he wasn’t cute. That would’ve been quite a story, right?
“How did you two meet?”
“On the subway. My scarf was so attracted to him, it didn’t want to let him go.”