Missing the Point

So riding the Metro in DC is a simple task, really. Got on the train, ride the train, get off the train. Sure, the steps in between about getting farecards and such and knowing the map may be difficult for first-timers, but I'm really focusing in here on the basic understanding of the purpose and idea behind a city subway service.

Idiot train riders are normal, and I've learned to help them when possible and also ignore them more often than that. Imagine my joy when this loonball of a woman who was sitting in a seat near me tonight. I got on the train at Metro Center, she's already yelling into the phone; an early warning shot of lunatic behavior. She's informing someone of clearly high brain matter that she is running behind.

She proceeds to lose the call when we enter the tunnel (big surprise), and when she's totally exasperated as we enter the next station, she decides its a wise idea to call the same person again. Normal Metro trains stay in station for about 30 seconds. I'm needing a stiff drink by the time we depart Farragut North, because she's lost the call again. When she resumes the call at Dupont Circle, she's officially griping to the general world about how the train keeps stopping at every station.

Umm, pardon me miss. That's what the fucking train does!

The boys over at NASA haven't quite figured out teleportation yet. If you think the train is going too slow, by all means give a cab a shot. Rush hour is a perfect time to cover six or seven miles, as long as you don't need to get there before March.

I hate people sometimes.