Enjablog

Been taking the public transit this week because Ian’s been home sick. Incidents of note:

- Two people discussing google maps. One of them had never heard of it. She made a point of repeating it a few times so she could go look it up later. Geez… you been living in a box or something? Google maps is the best! True dat. Double true! (Link to the video on NBC, but apparently they’re anti-firefox; wouldn’t even work with my IE extension in Firefox.)

- Standing on the metro, I was holding onto one of the poles near the door. Some lady got on the train and kept touching my hand. Uncool, lady. Uncool. No petting on the metro.

- The bus I take to and from the metro has a back door that you have to push open. This is different from the only other buses I’ve taken on a regular basis (Blacksburg Transit), which had both sets of doors open at the same time by the bus driver. I noticed this difference the first time I took the bus because I saw what essentially looked like people walking into the door and using their body to force the doors open. Then, I noticed the green light above the door and the large lettering instructing passengers to push the doors open when the light turns green to exit.

This morning, there was someone who was either new to this concept or was incapable of comprehending his part in the bus-exiting process. Because as the first three people exiting through the back doors pushed the doors and he followed, he did not take his hands out of his pockets. And the doors promptly slammed shut in his face. At which point, he proceeded to stand there obliviously in front of the door. Not angry, confused, or even in a hurry to leave. Just stood there with his hands in his pockets.

Finally, the girl behind him got impatient and reached around him to *magically* push the doors open for him. I don’t think he even noticed her. He definitely didn’t thank her or look around to see how the doors happened to open for him. He got out and there was freedom for all.

- Happy St. Patrick’s day. The one day of the year when it is acceptable to drink before noon. The one day of the year when it is acceptable to start drinking before dawn. There was a group of loud, obnoxious people, who I can only assume were drunk. Early 20s, covered with shamrocks, beads, and crowns/tiaras. I thought a second group of people were with them because they were dressed in similar fashion. Maybe they just originated from the same place.

Anyway, I was on the blue line. One girl in the group was unsure whether they were going the right way. One of the guys kept trying to shush her, telling her they were going the wrong way before. Now they were going the right way. Just don’t worry her pretty little head about it. She figured out they were definitely going the wrong way when we got to National for their third time. She asked someone not in their group if this train was going to Vienna. Sorry, chicky. Wrong color, about 20 miles away.

Thank goodness none of these people were driving, I guess.

QOTD: “How are you going to have kids?!”
“Out my vagina.”

BFF matched! She’s officially not going to Indiana, so I might visit her after she moves. :)