FMyLife #2: Metro

Today, and as always, I hate taking the Parisian metro.

Today, and for five months, it is my only "long" distance transport option.

Today, and for two months, the doors of my physio's metro station reminds me how small I am, refusing to let me out as their detector is slightly above my own height.

Today, and each time I pass those doors, I wish I had my skates on to gain 10 cm and stop making a fool of myself in punching it open.

But then, if I had my skates on, I wouldn't need to take the metro, right?

FML.