A few days ago, I was sitting on the skytrain next to one of the doors. The train was at Main Street/Science World station and the bell rang, indicating the doors were closing. A few people were running for the doors, but probably saw/heard that the doors were closing so they tried to hold open the doors which would make the doors open again for them to squeeze in. Unfortunately, they decided to use their reuseable bag to wedge through the door (I suppose because they were able to swing it in) and the bag did go through the door — all of the bag. The doors closed on the handles of the bag and since the handles were too thin, they weren’t able to detect any objects in the way.
I watched as the skytrain started moving, the bag on the train, the handles on the platform. The owner tried to pull on the bag, while someone who was standing at the doors tried to pry it open so they could at least get their bag back but the doors wouldn’t open far enough. Eventually, they were pulling too hard on the handles and it broke off; the bag landed on the floor of the train and the owner was left probably standing there with two cloth handles in his/her hand, watching the train depart in disbelief.
Meanwhile, everyone on the train including me were fairly dumbfounded at what just happened, and then there was whole issue of what to do with the bag. No one stepped over to pick it up or open it or anything, though in my head, I volunteered to stay with the bag at the next stop (which would be my stop) and wait for the owners to catch the next train so they could pick up the bag. When the train pulled into Broadway and Commercial, a man also sitting nearby mumbled something and picked up the handleless bag. As I followed him out the door and off the train, he stood a few feet away from the doors, presumably waiting for the next train and for the person holding two broken handles.