Day 4 in Helsinki: Getting My Arm and Lunch Caught in Tram Door
There wasn't much going on yesterday, I honestly was just trying to
catch up on sleep and catch everyone on Skype. But I did meet Juha (my
new co-worker) for lunch at a pizza joint downtown. He amuses me...he
seems so buttoned up and incapable of dressing very casually. So we're
meeting for pizza on the weekend, and he still shows up
in a sweater vest, button down Facconable shirt, and polished dress
shoes. (So much for keeping your designation as the Finnish John
Morley! Until you can wear some jeans, a white tshirt, and black
Chucks, your Finnish John Morley status is hereby revoked.)
I had leftovers and took the tram back to my apartment, and since it was Saturday the tram was very very crowded. When I got to my stop, I had to elbow my way to the door and it started to close on me. Now, most automatic doors in my experience have some sort of safety function where they will pop back open if you apply any pressure to them. Well...not so with Helsinki city trams, apparently. I stuck my arm holding the styrofoam food box out first to push the door back open, and suddenly the doors starting closing and did NOT bounce back, and crushed my lunch box and ate a piece of the styrofoam and spit it out into the street. And bit my arm, too. Luckily some lady hit the stop-call button which caused the doors to pop back open, so I was able to escape...but not with much dignity.
I had leftovers and took the tram back to my apartment, and since it was Saturday the tram was very very crowded. When I got to my stop, I had to elbow my way to the door and it started to close on me. Now, most automatic doors in my experience have some sort of safety function where they will pop back open if you apply any pressure to them. Well...not so with Helsinki city trams, apparently. I stuck my arm holding the styrofoam food box out first to push the door back open, and suddenly the doors starting closing and did NOT bounce back, and crushed my lunch box and ate a piece of the styrofoam and spit it out into the street. And bit my arm, too. Luckily some lady hit the stop-call button which caused the doors to pop back open, so I was able to escape...but not with much dignity.

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