I live in metropolitan DC. Five days a week, I ride WMATA’s Metro system to and from work, like most federal wage slaves in the region. (I’m not one, but since I work on K Street, it’s a fine line…) So many times, I am inevitably asked by an out-of-town guest what my commute is like.
Now, before the whole June 22 Metrorail “incident,” it wasn’t a bad thing to ride the train in and out. Afterwards? Well, for those of you who follow my articles on WeLoveDC, you know it’s not been a picnic. Still, considering I don’t ride the Red Line, it’s not all vinegar and brussell sprouts, so I can deal.
A couple weeks ago, I posted this article on WLDC. The response was, shall we say, supportive. (I love my twitter peeps. You guys are hysterical.) Normally I don’t cross-post, but I am for this one. Because I’ll be totally honest – it’s hysterical. (And yes, I am tooting my own horn. My blog. My rules. Nyaaaah!)
So, without further digression, I give you the average day in the life of a Washington commuter (who happens to be a blogger and works downtown).*
7:06 a.m. Pulling into the parking garage at Franconia-Springfield a little early; traffic for once was cooperative so I am optimistic it’s a good sign for today. Until I nearly collide head-on with a driver coming up the ramp in the opposite direction who happens to be driving in the center of the lane, rather than sticking to one side or the other. Awkwardness ensues as I back into my selected space…and he parks next to me.
In situations like this, I put on my “Metro mask” and just avoid eye contact.