Woah Woah the Metro...

Before I go any further about public transport, I should say that, without question, I would move away from DC in a heartbeat if that were a possibility.  Unfortunately (or fortunately, I believe there's a reason for everything), leaving DC would mean either serious military repercussions or leaving Hubster.  So, um, no.

Living in the happening metropolitan area that is our nation's capital, I use WMATA almost daily. Usually, I bus to the red line and go in from there.  I can also say that there's usually a delay of some sort or another.  Over the last two weeks, I have been stranded on a train between stations for a half hour, off-loaded because of a tourist taking a photo of the train, and evacuated because my train car was on fire.  Like black smoke pouring from under the train approximately 6 inches behind where I was sitting.  JOY.

Not to mention the other people.  Tourists aren't always the best, but I can handle them any day.  I cannot handle the "young professional woman" sitting beside me smacking her gum to high heaven.  Or the man falling asleep ON ME.  Oh, or the guy who keeps swinging his bags into my face and elbowing me.  But my real favorites are the booger pickers and iPod blasters.  Best when it's the same person.

Some days I feel my metro ride is God's way of testing and strengthening my patience.  Some days I just want to throw people off the train.  Some days it's both.

Yesterday was a really good transport day.  They do happen occasionally.  :)

There is this trio of a cappella singers that travel around to different stations and sing.  They sing mostly 50's songs, the type that we used to play when I worked at a soda fountain and ice cream shop.  The kind that make me smile, even at the end of a rough day.

So, it's not all bad.  

Plus, at least it's not driving in this city.  Now THAT is a horrid experience.  And there are never 3 guys in my car singing to me.

I'll remember that when I head in this evening.