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Last Sunday I was on the 6 train headed downtown to meet Will for brunch, when I lost my barrette. I was staring at my reflection in the window across from me, and I decide that my hair looked stupid and the little heart barrette was a bit much, so I reached up and took it out, and as I did I lost hold of it and it fell from my fingers. I looked around my lap and the seat, the floor - getting more and more frantic as we rolled into my station. I mean, I like that barrette. So I look to the people across from me and the woman next to me, giving them that “did you see what happened to my little heart barrette?” look, and they gave me nothing back. I had to gather up my things and run off the train.

As I did, I turned around and through the closing subway doors I saw the little old lady who was sitting next to me slip my barrette into her pocket.

Seriously, lady? You seriously just stole my fucking little heart barrette? It’s a barrette! It cost like $3.99. You are a little old lady! You are supposed to be the standard bearer for niceness, not thievery. Boo, lady. You get a boo and a gasface from me. That’s right - I said it, a fucking gasface.
It really burned me, until I realized that I had stolen that barrette from my sister.

I get it, Karma. You got me good.

For more subway fun, check out turn offs include leviticus and bad breath and Jackie Clarke and her Graffiti Blog.

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