Today, a guy next to me almost fell out of a moving train.
I was sitting next to the one of the doors on an old-school, non air-conditioned and extremely rattly train heading to a province just outside Bangkok. At one of the stops, a bunch of people came on, including a really skinny guy who stood next to my seat, holding onto the handrail over his head and he was right in front of the door, which was left open as the train started moving.
Out of the corner of my eye, I saw the guy sort of slump while still holding onto the handrail. It felt like I was staring at him for a long time, trying to figure out if he was just joking or not. Then, right as I realized that he WASN’T joking, all of a sudden everything moved super fast and before I knew it, the guy’s hand slipped from the handrail and he fell foward, right towards the open door while the train was moving.
I remember yelling and not having enough time to get out of my seat to catch the guy so I reached over my seat and managed to grab onto his leg before he went tumbling out of the train, and so many people were yelling and running forward. The poor unconscious dude was half hanging out of the train, and it was a good thing that he didn’t hurt his head or his hand, and that he didn’t go all the way out of the train. A big guy ran over and was the one who pulled the guy to his feet and sat him down on one of the seats. Skinny dude was totally pale but conscious at this point and everyone fussed over him until he got off the train.
I went back to my music.
