Recently, as I was trying to enter the NYC subway station, I got stuck in the turnstile. Like, physically stuck. I don’t really understand the physics of how I ended up practically straddling the turnstile (other than the fact that I must’ve been walking too close to the man in front of me), but I had to do some pretty impressive moves to remove myself from the situation. There were a lot of people around, and I wish you had been there too.
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