The El is Out for Blood

I almost had my arm cut off by an el door. It may have been my fault, just a little bit though. I didn't want to miss the train since I was on my way to work and running late. So, I reached through the door (as you would catching an elevator door) as it was beginning to close thinking it would pop open. Instead it opened just a little bit and closed on my arm. Not once, but three times! Needless to say I managed to squeeze through the door with all my limbs fully attached. When I got to work I told my friend Monica what happened. She just laughed at me and said that I passed the test and am a true "Chicagoan" now.