And I Expect Fisticuffs Soon
Metro's Orange Line, as of today, has become completely, totally, indignantly unrideable. We're no longer at standing-room-only, folks. It's crotch to crotch. Navel to navel. Every man and woman for him or herself.
It would be one thing if the trains were only crowded. I could live with it. People can't afford to drive their hummers 40 miles each way to work any more. I get it.
It would be one thing if the trains were only occasionally delayed. Yeah, it sucks. But it's life.
But seriously. Shoddy service and packed trains. Does it get any worse? Has anyone notice that our quality of life is depreciating by the minute?
Me, this morning, trying to not fall out of the rail car when it stopped at Rosslyn en route to DC. Me, to the girl in flip flops, who insisted on barging onto the train, when clearly there was no more room: "There really is no more room in here." Seriously, we couldn't move our elbows.
Girl in flip flops, pushing her way on, while more sensible Metronians waited for the next train: "Sorry, I don't want to be late to work."
Me, to girl in flip flops: "Here's an idea -- why don't you try waking up earlier rather than making an entire train suffer." Sorry, mob scenes bring out the nasty.
The ride home was far worse, but, yeah, I've done enough whining for today. Plus, I wasn't nearly as sharp and sassy. Only sad and defeated.
2 comments:
Awww. So sorry. Look at it this way, when Obama becomes president, we'll all get cool new hydro-powered jetpacks that we'll be able to use to fly, zip right on in to work...NOT! About all of it. Him becoming president and the jetpacks.
Ugh, I feel your pain. Thank God in heaven I get on and off at Grosvenor on the red line, where every other train terminates. Otherwise, it would be to the point of being unbearable. So sorry you have to deal with that crap.
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