Bad Omens

Am waiting for train this morning when see out of corner of eye mouse making its way toward me. Scoot sideways and crash into woman applying lipstick. See too late that it is not a mouse, but instead a giant black hairball being scooted down platform by wind coming from tunnel. Woman with lipstick not pleased and explanation about hairball meets with unfeeling shake of head. Feel that this is a discouraging beginning to day and spend morning and afternoon waiting for disaster that never comes. (But still may.)