I was on the subway coming home just now, and I felt a moment of inconvenient truth. The train arrived at Yonge station. I looked at the lady beside me and she looked back smiling. As the door was about to close, she rushed toward the door and shouted "oh shit!". But it was too late. The wheels had already been set in motion toward the next destination. Only to look back at her stop, fading frame by frame through the window.

And like most things in life, it always seems a bit late when you realize it.