To the girl with the loud mouth,
I'm sorry my eyes kept drifting in your direction. Perhaps I didn't want to look out my window into darkness, and preferred to stare at something that just happened to be in my direct line of vision. Or maybe your incomprehensible babble repeatedly intercepted my daydreams, causing me to stare at you instead of someone else. Either way, I'm sorry for prompting you to make googly eyes at me, as if my stare was offending your personal bubble of 20 feet. I'm sorry that your girlfriend had to turn her head to shoot an unsubtle glance at me, because she too must have felt violated by my blank gaze.
To be honest, it really wasn't that serious. But hey, I'm the perpetrator. So please accept this letter as a full apology. I promise that if we were ever to meet on the Red line again, I will advert my eyes to stare at the elderly man across from you, who may not be as prone to childish reactions to strangers on the metro who only stare blankly because, you know, it's been a long day.
Cheers,
Channel42
Dec 14, 2007
Dec 7, 2007
Winter madness
Ah, snow. Surely I am enjoying the blast freezing ice, the lack of salting major roads and sidewalks, delays, accidents, and broken ankles as my heels skid over rock salt.
This morning I was dosing on the metro, on my way to Tenley (T-town, as we like to call it up here). Nothing out of the usual, but this time my focus caught on the many wires inside the tunnel. As I stared outside my window as the train zoomed at 50 miles per hour, my eyes started to cross as I followed this particularly interesting yellow wire.
Maybe I'm the only one, but I always wondered where power lines go. It seems that no matter where I am, the power lines never seem to have a beginning or ending point. I mean, I know that they come from power stations, but from a short span it just seems that they go on forever.
You know what else I wonder? If people actually fall into the tracks more often than what's reported. Once in a while I'll hear about a Metro worker being run over on a late night shift, but what about the average commuter at Farragut North who just happens to slip and fall into the tracks? Does that ever happen?? And if it does, how come I'm never around to witness.
I feel like I'm missing out on something. Or maybe I just need to go back to sipping my Sbux mocha until I wake up.
This morning I was dosing on the metro, on my way to Tenley (T-town, as we like to call it up here). Nothing out of the usual, but this time my focus caught on the many wires inside the tunnel. As I stared outside my window as the train zoomed at 50 miles per hour, my eyes started to cross as I followed this particularly interesting yellow wire.
Maybe I'm the only one, but I always wondered where power lines go. It seems that no matter where I am, the power lines never seem to have a beginning or ending point. I mean, I know that they come from power stations, but from a short span it just seems that they go on forever.
You know what else I wonder? If people actually fall into the tracks more often than what's reported. Once in a while I'll hear about a Metro worker being run over on a late night shift, but what about the average commuter at Farragut North who just happens to slip and fall into the tracks? Does that ever happen?? And if it does, how come I'm never around to witness.
I feel like I'm missing out on something. Or maybe I just need to go back to sipping my Sbux mocha until I wake up.
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