So I love my commute...at least usually. Public transportation rules. Sure, every once and a while things are delayed or crowded, but man to not have to drive and be able to read my book. So. Worth. It.
However, the last two nights after work, I have left about the same time and been welcomed with a crowded, hot platform of already-disgruntled DC commuters. Last night was the worst, it was packed and no trains came for almost 15 minutes (I am not
exagerating when I say that I usually wait about 2--the blessings of living on both the orange and blue line).
Then a train came and it did not stop. By this time, the once packed platform was now like a junior high dance mosh pit, and equally hot. I thought people were going to riot. Another train came a couple minutes later. It was essentially full, but like a clown car, they somehow fit more people. And then another train came, and again it did not stop. I have never experience this not stopping phenomenon before and apparently others hadn't either...again, I feared a riot. People peeled off to take cabs or the bus or whatever, but I was so hot and low-blood sugared at this point, that I was numb with indecision. I stood and waited...and then waited
some more... Finally a few more trains came and I was able to get on, and after a few stops I actually finagled a seat, the crown jewel of the Metro commute. I felt like a queen compared to the
groundling standers. :)
In other news, I ran into this guy at the grocery store last night who used to work with my dad in the early 70s in Minot at the TV station. Now if that is not a "small world" story; I don't know what is.