The Urban Sherpa keeps a collection of stories and curios filed under Mythic Proportions.
60 Seconds Under a Black Star 
I was running late because I'd forgotten to set my alarm. I walked through the freezing rain. I was still a little groggy. I put on my iPod, trying to wake myself up or buffer myself from the morning. But the battery was dead. I left the headphones on.
I was standing in line waiting to buy subway tokens. "Four, please." I couldn't hear myself through my own iPod headphones. I opened my wallet and a brand new book of stamps flew out of it—whoosh—and, gone.
A train was pulling into the station. I ran for the turnstile. I put in one token, and sent the other three flying into the air, down the stairs, and onto the tracks. Bye bye.
I dashed for the stairs. "Run for office, run for your favorite charity, but don't run for the train." I slipped on the ice and fell down the stairs. "I'm fine!," I shouted at no one in particular. My coat was covered in slush. My butt hurt. As I picked myself up, I noticed I'd broken my iPod headphones.
The train pulled out of the station.
Total time: sixty seconds. Net loss: $71.55. And my dignity.
P.S. Late for work.


