So, Sunday the Metro totally went to shit. I spent the entire day shopping for new chinos and playing poker. All are within walking distance. The Metro was not a top priority. I didn't even know there was a problem until 11am Monday morning. I would have posted something, but I had to have my little freak-out at Laura Sessions Stepp and her promotion of "gray rape."
(Incidentally, the term "gray rape" was coined by GW students, not by LSS. And I'm not saying that anyone isn't condemning "gray rape." But the very term is offensive and anyone who promotes it must really hate the victims of sexual assault. "Gray," that mitigating adjective, makes it seem like the rape was partially the victim's fault. And that is totally fucked up. I don't care if a naked lady is passed out in some frat boy's bed. There is never an excuse or a mitigating factor in rape.)
So, the Metro went to Hell and I missed my opportunity. Ha ha, just kidding. The "unprecedented" is now quite precedented. The Metro fucked up again yesterday evening. This time, I was on the Green Line and was caught in the middle of it. Admittedly, the inconvenience was minor. But I guess the Blue Line was shut down between Braddock Road and the Pentagon. That inconvenience is not minor. Quite major.
Thank you, Metro, for giving me a mulligan the first time around.
What a terrible fucking system of transportation. Here we are in a Southern city and this thing shuts down over "heat." Now it's an electrical surge that has completely fucked our system. And the response to the problem was so inept, God help us all if there's ever a situation where our lives are in peril and we need to get out of the tunnels. The Metro will be the end of us all.