The morning started off nice. I’d set my alarm back 15 minutes so my mornings could start that much slower. It worked, I woke up leisurely, I got ready, and in fact I had time this morning to swing by my post office box before taking the train.
That’s when things started to go wrong.
First off, I forgot my lunch. So when I was out of the building and all the way to the sidewalk, I had to go all the way back up and grab it. So much for going to the post office first, that sucked up all that time.
Then the train. Oh boy, the train. I commented a couple of days ago on Twitter that the Blue Line train I took in the morning had trouble closing the doors. Whelp, it turns out that the sensors were malfunctioning. How do I know this? My train this morning offloaded, and sure enough, when the train left the station with everyone on the platform, we could see that all the doors were in fact closed.
So at this point we have a Blue Line train full of people waiting at Crystal City, which is a lot because of WMATA’s “Rush Plus” war on the Blue Line. Being one of the last people on the train because it was at Crystal City, I was one of the first off, and therefore one of the last on the next train. So I was stuck near the door, surrounded by people.
That’s why some jerk at Foggy Bottom, probably an arrogant State Department employee who thinks he’s more important than everyone else because he helped bungle Benghazi and Ukraine, decides to start complaining at me as he goes by about “standing in the middle.” I told him, and I quote, “Oh shove it.” I’m literally surrounded by people on a busy train. Apparently he thought I should get off the train and back on just so he could get off the train 2 seconds faster.
Mind you, I pretty much have to take the Blue Line. Assuming no transfer delays it’s 5 minutes faster to take the Blue from Crystal City to Farragut West. It’s slower going either Crystal City – L’Enfant Plaza – Farragut West, or Crystal City – Metro Center – Farragut North, since it’ll also take 5 more minutes besides to go from platform to platform, and wait for the next train.
Then on the way to the office, a WMATA MetroBus blocks the intersection, making everyone walk around crossing the street.
And finally, the elevator up to the office. The Daily Caller is on the 9th floor. The buttons pressed ahead of me were 2, 3, 4, 5, 8. The only person who had it worse there was the poor lady carrying coffee up to 10.
And that was my morning.