This is a compilation of as many of my thoughts from this morning’s commute as I could write down on the commute. Isn’t WMATA just awesome?
I can hear your obnoxious and repetitive rap music, large black man behind me. I wonder how you would like being forced to listen to Fuare’s Requiem against your will.
Green line delay? But I’m not on the green line. Doesn’t that make it a yellow line delay then?
Ridership is thinning, unlike the rider beside me.
If I had a cattle prod, would you all MOOOOOve faster?
Move to the center of the car, you inconsiderate dolts.
When I see you making out, I wish I could make you think of the hobo who slept where you’re sucking face.
How hard is it to get a darn escalator working?
The only thing I’ve never seen broken on metro is the machines that take our money.