when the shuttle bus you board in the Broadway Mall parking lot to bring you to the train station starts to move before you have seated yourself, causing you to lose your balance as you are trying to sit down and get stabbed in the ass by the seat belt blade!
Yes, that is precisely what happened to me this morning as I endeavored to catch the 8:41 train out of Hicksville. As I reached down to check the seat of my pants while the bus was making its way to the station, I could feel the rip in my pants and my exposed underwear. When the bus got to the train station and all of the other passengers filed out, I moved up to the front seat and asked the driver, "Can you bring me back to my car please?"
He asked me if I forgot something, and I told him what had happened to me. Five minutes or so later, the bus driver had brought me back to the spot near where I had parked.
As I was stepping out of the bus, he asked me, "Do you want me to wait for you?"
I felt like saying to him, "Oh yeah, like I just happen to have an extra pair of pants in my car just in case of situations like this." But instead, I just told him that I had to go home and change.