*Eureka*
I've figured out the origin of 'the bruise'...
Today, as I rushed to meet Amy at Columbus Circle, I got stuck in subway traffic. The 1 was running behind 'schedule' as usual, and I caught the second train in the 'traffic'. This meant that the 2nd train was constantly stopping in between stations to allow for the slower first train to leave a station before it could pull in. I finally got to 96th Street and hopped onto an express, hoping that the express would overtake the first train so I can catch it at 72nd and get down to 59th earlier. As the express pulled into the 72nd Street station, I noticed the first 1 train was still there. I jumped off the express and made a dash 'cross platform to get to the 1 train. On the platform, there was a 'blind' man with a walking aid stick poking around. I made sure I steered clear of him as I made the dash, so I wouldn't knock him over or trip over his stick. I made sure there was at least 5 or 6 feet between us. Just as I had passed him, he PURPOSELY stuck his stick between my feet so that I would trip. I'm pretty sure this was when I got the bruise... when I tripped on his stick. I'm so positive this guy isn't blind... and he's caused me bodily injury now... Grr....
Yeah, the bruise hurts and I'm whining like a baby... It's a big bruise... *sob*~