And we're back

This should come as a surprise to no one, but I was less than enthused (thused?) to find myself back in Maryland at 1 o'clock this morning, and even less pleased to have to get my ass out of bed for work at 7:30.

But luckily I was graced with a particularly bizarre commute this morning, which reminded me that, in a strange way, I sometimes don't completely hate this place. For starters, there was a large but well groomed man sitting across from me on the metro. He took up most of the row, but was minding his own business, and no one took a second look. Except that he ribbited every time the metro stopped. Imagine Kermit, imagine prince pre-kiss.

When I got to L'Enfant to transfer, the blue line train left just as I was coming down the escalator. Here's the funny thing about the blue and orange line trains in the morning, though -- they come every single minute. It's kind of amazing, and like what would happen if we had a real metro.

No one apparently told that to the woman in the teal suit, who did the following: ran to the train. Grunted in exertion as she tried to pry the doors open. Realized she couldn't. Stomped her feet 8 times. Yelled "why do trains NEVER WAIT FOR ME? IT'S NOT FAIR!!!" and huffed back up the stairs. Only to come back down when the next train came 30 seconds later.

When I got off at work, I was greeted by a few protest groups. I was disappointed by my favorite protesters. I will not name them because I don't want to increase their googleness, but let's say their candidate's name rhymes with "LaDouche." Last I saw the LaDouchians, they were putting on a lovely play outside the metro to symbolize/criticize/analyze... something. There was yelling and heckling and face paint. Today, they were just handing out fliers. Lame! Don't show up if you're not going to play!

The people for Radio Free Alliance were there too, and they gave me bubble gum. And smiled nicely. Ergo, not only do they get a mention, but I will even link to their website. And chew my gum with contentment at consciousness raising well done.

To the organizers of the world: people donate blood if you give them junk food and t-shirts. People come to meetings if you promise them the proverbial punch and pie. And I will write about you on my blog if you give me a present on my way to work.

I have other things to write about throughout the day, but that's the story of my morning commute. Cheers!