Maybe Moses Was Also In A Hurry

Last Friday, I was on a mad dash for the commuter rail (note to self: dash would probably seem less maddening and exhausting if I was in better shape. Should consider 'exercise') when I heard a voice call out my name. It was an acquaintance from the Bo' coming down on the escalator as I was about to run up. I turned around and yelled a quick 'hey!' but was in such a rush that I really couldn't stop to chat. And my brain was so oxygen-deprived at that point that instead of explaining to Rachel that I wasn't being rude but I was in a rush to catch the commuter rail, I shouted out "I'm in a hurry!" - which led all the people on the escalator, who believed I was shouting at them, to first stare and then promptly part for me to pass through. It was rather embarrassing on many levels. Perhaps only two. But that still seems plenty.