If Your Boss Rides Red Line You Can Totally Keep Making Out With the Hot New Guy in the Breakroom
A fracas ensued this morning at the Woodley Park Metro stop. As we approached and saw the ambulance, fire truck and cop car up on Connecticut I knew it wasn't a good sign. As we descended into the tunnel and saw people three-deep to wait for trains I knew it wasn't a good sign. And when our neighbor pointed out the dude flailing his arms at one end of the platform, surrounded by D.C.'s finest, I knew it was definitely not a good sign. As a result of Cap'n Clusterfuck's antics, the train heading uptown was parked and nobody was allowed on. The trains heading downtown just blew threw, dark and not admitting passengers. We finally bailed and decided to drive to work, bringing the neighbor and another one we passed along for the ride. The last guy into the truck described the scene on the platform shortly before he bailed. Apparently everyone was very polite when the trains downtown finally started admitting passengers, getting on the trains in a calm and orderly fashion. Mahuh, yeah. He saw a woman temporarily step off of the train out of the doorway just to let a little kid get on with his mother and then someone shoved her out of the way to take her spot. Nicely done D.C., nicely done.
posted by Brunch Bird at Thursday, October 19, 2006
3 Comments:
Where would DC be without its manners?
I was on the Shady Grove-bound train at Judiciary Square when we stopped for several minutes because, according to the conductor, "someone had gotten sick at Woodley Park." That was putting it mildly.
I was already running dreadfully late for work this morning when I arrived at the WP station to discover the platform totally crowded with commuters waiting for trains. Guess I missed all the bedlam. But it did give me a good reason to be late rather than "I didn't feel like getting out of bed." Poor sick person.
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