I'm heading home from visiting a friend on the far end of the city, and it's really late at night. My best bet is to catch the train as far as it can take me, then walk the rest of the way home, if there aren't any active buses.

I find myself in luck, and there's already a train waiting at the station. The doors seem stuck open, so I enter the front-most cart and take a seat. It's completely empty, so I'm forunate for the calm ride I have ahead of me.

Or, so I thought.

I start to hear very distant yelling, and with it, approaching footsteps. When I look out the windows, there's a guy being chased by two others. The loudspeakers chimed, warning that the doors would be closing shortly. At this moment, I find religion:

"For the love of all things sacred, do not come in here."

The guy that's being pursued hears the chime, and leaps into the train cart I'm in, careful to not activate the sensors that stop the doors from closing when they're obscured. It would have been a very elegant sight, were it not so unsettling.

The doors closed, and the man reveled in his victory, flipping off and taunting his pursuers as they yelled and banged on the door. This goes on for some time.

Until one of the two outside of the train pushes the button that opens the door.

The first man jumps back, startled, and runs to the opposite side of the cart. The second two give chase, but aren't able to get through the first door and catch up to him before he opens another door and exits. And so the chase continues, and I am once again alone.

It's funny...those doors usually can't open without the conductor's green-light, and don't close without that so I always wonder how much the train operator at the time had to do with all of what transpired.