SiCKO
Why do sick people have to take the metro? Or at least sit down next to you with a cold when there are open rows abound? A sick person should never choose to sit next to you; you should be stuck with sitting next to a sick person. It’s common courtesy.

Roll Bag= D BAG

It’s 7:30AM, the morning rush. You’re whipping around the corner of the platform of Gallery Place, when a petite 50 something lady cuts right in front of you from the opposite direction. No big deal, right? Big deal. This person can’t even carry their fucking belongings to work, so you have to abruptly stop to avoid kicking their rolly bag, or face the consequence of getting bumped from behind.

These things should be banned. I can understand why Airline folks do it, but not these ladies. Unless you’re going to the airport, carry your shit like everyone else, or drive.

If you haven’t already read this story.

As EXPRESS reports

EARLIER THIS WEEK at a meeting with reporters, Metro General Manager John Catoe, at right, was careful to make the distinction between calendar year and fiscal year. The transit agency’s new fiscal year starts July 1. But by the end of the calendar year, Catoe said he intended to introduce a plan that would raise Metro fares.

Who gives a damn what the difference is between fiscal and calendar years? Regardless whether or not you are smart enough to know the difference, EVERYBODY knows that NO “conductor” should be making $150K, even if they work over time.

Way to go Metro!

Everywhere I travel, tiny life. Single-serving sugar, single-serving cream, single pat of butter. The microwave Cordon Bleu hobby kit. Shampoo-conditioner combos, sample-packaged mouthwash, tiny bars of soap. The people I meet on each flight? They’re single-serving friends.

-Fight Club

Do you ever have that one person you strike up a conversation with waiting for the late train that you end up becoming friends with?

Usually, it happens at night, when you don’t have to sit next to anyone really, but because this person is actually sane, you keep talking. Maybe because the people you deal with daily are so out of touch with reality, this seems enthralling. Who knows?

But single serving metro friends rule.

“My Bostonian friend told me that people get stabbed and assaulted in T stations quite often, too. I told him here in DC, our public transport just runs people over.”

Learned about this blog VIA Express this morning on the way to work.

The above quote made my day.

Full story here

Has anyone else witnessed these “kids” in Union Station asking for donations for their basketball team? Wanting to “ask you a few questions”?

Sure, if kids in basketball uniforms line up outside of T.C. Williams HS on King street, I’ll take their word and give ‘em a dollar. Call me skeptical for wondering what these kids are doing in Union Station not in uniform when school’s been out for weeks. Kids don’t collect money for their schools during the summer, it’s just not how public schools work.

These 4 young lads get on the Red Line, and I sit down next to two tourists, who certainly are wondering what these gypsyesque youngsters want. In succession, all four asked each of us their tag line, each with diminishing politeness. Upon the last “no thank you”, the fourth slummed down in a seat two rows in front of us, and says “man, these people are so f*****g cheap!”. The four boys laughed in unison.

It gets better.

Not but three seconds later, these two middle aged ladies from (I assume) the Midwest, start laughing uncontrollably. Noticeably irked, the kids exclaimed their disbelief at the public mockery from two tourists, and promptly exit the train at Judiciary Square.

Tourists- 1
Local Kids- 0