DC Metro

I hate the DC Metro system so much.

Life, Rants

Lets look beyond the fact that the system was designed in the 70’s with aesthetics in mind more than functionality. there can never be express trains, I get that. I get that the system is low on money because they have to spend a million dollars per year to shampoo the carpets. I get that they’re on manual mode right now because of the crash last month. What I don’t understand is why they have “Scheduled Track Maintenance” during operating hours.

Every Saturday they seem to be doing it on the orange line, 45 minute delay. Coming back from the Nationals game they had it on a weekday, 30 minute delay at West Falls Church and 2 hours total trip time. Last night they had all trains shut down from the Pentagon to Rosalyn on the Blue line and I waited at the Braddock Rd stop for 45 minutes before they announced it.

The only time it runs smoothly are the rush hours in the morning and afternoon and even then I’m sweating my ass off.

The DC METRO SYSTEM SUCKS, don’t take it unless you’re scared to parallel park or drunk.

Bart's People : Waluigi on the Orange Line

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I really wish that I had a better camera for this one. I have seen this guy before but have never taken a picture of him. He’s the real life version of [W:Waluigi] from the Nintendo games. He’s got the most impressive facial hair on the Orange Line, by a wide margin. I’m sure he just works for a government agency or something but I would love to see him playing tennis in purple overalls.

I need to get my mp3 player fixed before I kill someone.

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the Sansa e260 that I’ve been using has recently bit the dust with a very inconvenient “blue ring of death” and my old Ipod had an unfortunate accident while snowboarding (more on that later) So I’m without any music on the Metro, which hasn’t been a problem. until today, when I met “loud obnoxious music guy” while stuck on the orange line for an hour and a half. After listening to other passengers confront him and hearing his douchy “It’s a free country” response I decided to try out the restrained “Mark-hulk” approach… and that slowly deteriorated into “im just going to stare a hole through your head until YOU punch me so I can literally throw you off the train” but alas… that didn’t happen. And I decided to take myself out of that situation and get on the next train. But it’s about time that I get my headphones back… for the saftey of the (douchbags) public.

I’m trying to restrain the 6’5″ sleep deprived Mark-Hulk, but it’s getting harder DC…

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