Monster Metro

This post is somewhat of a warning and somewhat of an embarrassing confession...and it has to do with the brutal Metro de Madrid!

Now, you can probably see from my previous post about the metro, that I’m a big fan. Well, that was perhaps true before, but now I’m just not so sure! I’ve been somewhat scarred for life by an incident that occurred whilst my lovely boyfriend was visiting me.

The day had started off well, I collected Azzedine (the boyf) from the airport and we came home to drop off his bags before heading off out in search of some dinner. Azzedine, being the fast food lover he is, was adamant we were getting and TGI Fridays, and, as it was cold, dark and late, I suggested we hop on the metro to get there in time for last orders.

After much confusion about where we were going for the simple fact my brain just wasn’t working, we finally got on the right metro and headed towards Plaza de Espana. Being that we hadn’t seen each other in such a long time we were excitedly chatting away, not paying much attention to our surroundings and we suddenly noticed we were at our stop, but the doors had already opened and closed again.

Being that we were on one of the old school metros were you have to manually open the door by pulling up a lever, Azz rushed forwards and opened it and quickly jumped out and I followed, as quickly as I could, only to get half way through and have the doors shut on the right hand side of my body! I screamed with laughter shouting to him ‘help me I’m stuck!’ but all the while finding the whole situation quite hilarious. Eventually the doors opened and I ran forward again only for them to close on me AGAIN, this time trapping my beloved handbag, which just so happened to be hung over my shoulder.

My laughter soon turned to panic as I had vivid visions of the train setting off, dragging me along with it until it eventually reached the tunnel and I went SPLAT on the tunnel wall. After what seemed like an eternity of my trying frantically to untangle myself from my pesky bag strap the door finally set me free and I ran to freedom and safety!

Azzedine, of course, found the whole thing hilarious, but his laughter soon died down when he realised mine had turned to tears! It is possible that I may, just may, have been a bit hysterical by this point after the shock and embarrassment I had just undergone, not to mention the searing pain in my right butt cheek!

Eventually I got over my distress and we went on to TGIs. I can laugh about it now but at the time I was completely petrified! The doors had hit me with such force that I soon developed a bruise the size of a football on my bum, it felt like I have a permanent dead leg! Whilst I’m sure this story has given many people some form of amusement, I joke not, this was the scariest situation of my life! Hopefully I can be a little less careless with the metro now and avoid anymore cringe worthy stories from developing! I’m not sure what was worse, the big black bruise of the red colour of shame glowing on my cheeks!