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Monday, June 19, 2006 

Metro Sucks

Well, today was FUN. I had my commute go from forty minutes ish to TWO AND A HALF HOURS. That's right. At least I was not wearing a suit today - I wore jeans and a tank top to work since it was going to rain and I was basically the only one there.

I was at the Metro around 4:30 today. Someone was sick at AU on the Red Line. No trains running - a delay of "ten minutes." Sure.

At 5:17 PM the first train came by. Problem: it didn't go to the end of the line, only Grosvenor (a few stops down). OK. I can wait.

Seven more trains. One got my hopes up - but then it changed from end of the line to a few stops down before my eyes. People are building up on the platform. They are single tracking the trains.

Finally, one for me. We're crammed like sardines. My forehead is against a hard metal pole, and this woman's purse is jamming my back. We go one stop. The doors jam open. We offload, amidst cursing and muttered threats.

Another train comes by. Not to the end of the line. An end of the line comes. Packed to the gills - maybe four people get on in front of me. I almost get stuck because some guy tries to push us both on - when there is no room. After the train leaves, I almost fall into the tracks.

Yet another train goes by. Then I get on a train! Small problem with this train. No lights, no air conditioning, and packed to the gills too. No matter - off we go, bumping into people. I love the smell of angry federal employees.

We get out of the tunnel to the open air. It's raining, and the metro car I'm in leaks. Not on me (since I'm rather short and a big tall intern was hovering over me). He got soaked, and he made a pretty good umbrella.

Actually it was really funny since he kept trying to hit on me. He was very obviously 1) not from here and 2) not even 18. I told him that I was way too old for him and had a boyfriend. He didn't believe that I was too old (I look maybe 17 most days - sad but true - it's the long ballet hair I think). Finally I told him I was an attorney and to buzz off. Then he believed me. And it turns out that I used to work with his dad at NIST. I thought he looked familiar. Then he was grossed out.

BTW, if you get grossed out that way, don't call your dad within hearing distance of me! I know who you're talking to!

In other (slightly related) news, this weekend I took my little sister (six years younger) to lunch. The people there got really confused - they thought we were twins. Which was nice, in a way. But then they thought my ID was fake. Which was a whole other issue.