Metro Me
I don't know why it is, but almost every time I'm riding the metro that is outside my regular commute, something bizarre, weird, ironic, funny, or just worth mentioning happens. I'm pretty sure that the regular commuting times subdue the crazies on the system---or at least dilutes them? Yesterday, I went to meetings next to the Eisenhower Metro stop. While I was waiting for a train at L'enfant, a lady sits next to me. She asked me about the shoes I was wearing which isn't all too unusual, those shoes are more popular than I am. And then she proceeds to whisper to me all of her problems with her roommates. Apparently she didn't pick up the baby, her roommate yelled at her. She took a shower, her roommate yelled at her. I didn't catch it all, she had a heavy accent (I think she was an african immigrant) and she was whispering. As she was confiding in me (and eying my mary janes) our trains (going two different directions) arrived.
I hopped on my train and a couple of stops later, a girl in her mid twenties, imppecably dressed, hops on the train and stands right next to where I'm sitting. She's on the cell phone and is loudly chewing out her boy-friend, her boss or the gentleman on the phone is both. She tells him that he invaded her privacy by looking in her e-mail and noticing her ex-boyfriend e-mailed her on Valentines Day (I thought it ironic that she accuses him of invading her privacy, but doesn't mind telling the whole train about the whole situation). After berating said gentleman from Farragut West to Rosslyn, she then tells him to pick her up at East Falls Church and hangs up. She calls her confidante (well, the whole train is unwillingly her confidante--but I digress) and tells her the whole situation. Apparently her mom asked her to e-mail her ex-boyfriend so he replied, it wasn't a big deal but apparently it was huge to the anonymous guy. After hearing the story involuntarily again, it dawned on me that this girl was revelling in the fact that anonymous guy was jealous. Anyway, looking at someone elses e-mail account is lame, but her revelling in the fact may be as lame. I didn't catch why anonymous guy was looking at her e-mail--or what those circumstances were.
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funny. One time I was waiting for a train and had just come out of the pouring rain. I laid my sopping wet umbrella right next to me on the bench while I was waiting. This short, fat foreign guy comes and sits right on top of half of my umbrella. There is no one else in the station. I look at him with a "what are you doing so close to me and sitting on my umbrella?" but he just stares back. It was awkward so I try to tell him he's on my umbrella, but he speaks no english. Though he is looking curiously at my umbrella that he is sitting on. I try to tug at my umbrella, pointing at it and saying "my umbrella" at the same time. He just sits there, looking up at me in confusion. Then he tries to lean on my shoulder (I guess he was tired). My train came at that moment and I got up, pulled again at my umbrella, unleashing it from his butt and ran onto the train. Weird!
that is strange...
ruby, don't you find it hilarious that people seem to think there is this invisible bubble around them when they are on their cell phones? last year i was right near a girl having an enormous fight on the phone. i was embarrassed for her.
i caved to the cell last year, and i really like it. but i never talk on it when i'm paying for something or when i'm in public. i just think we still need to have some shred of decency.
Its amazing how people will have these incredibly private conversations on the metro--everyone around them is uncomfortable, and yet they are seemingly oblivious to the fact that their conversation probably should be saved for later.
I think I've been guilty of having those kind of conversations. Well, I know I have. But it makes for good stories and I feel like I'm giving to the world;)
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