I knew it was too good to be true.
Every once in a while I take the Metro home. Either my ride is going somewhere else that night, or I’m in a hurry, something that prevents me from making it home my normal way. So I walk down the escalator at Metro Center, slide the gates behind the tourists, weave my way around the slow-moving people down to the lower platform.
Tonight, I got there as a blue line train was pulling in, perfect timing. Sadly it was a short 4 car train, but I slid right into the last door of the last car, a perfect spot for my Pentagon exit to the bus.
The train filled up as we cruised through McPherson and Farragut, and we hit Foggy Bottom with a full load. I stepped off at Foggy Bottom to let passengers on, and retrieved my place as the doors shut. We rode the beneath the Potomac, an experience that always scares me a bit, but not nearly as much as the Trans-Bay Tunnel in San Francisco does. Stopping Rosslyn, it seemed everybody wanted off the train. Being close to the door, I filed off as well. But, it seemed, that my place on the train ended up going to a pair of Japanese tourists.
Right as the Metro system hit a major delay at Metro Center.
It was 20 minutes before I saw another Blue line train.
I knew it was too good to be true.
This post appeared in its original form at DC Metblogs
I live and work in the District of Columbia. I write at We Love DC, a blog I helped start, I work at Technolutionary, a company I helped start, and I’m happy doing both. I enjoy watching baseball, cooking, and gardening. I grow a mean pepper, keep a clean scorebook, and wash the dishes when I’m done. Read Why I Love DC.
