I was on the orange line and some young women boarded. They were loud and talking about hopefully catching their friend at Rosslyn Station. The chatter continued and when we finally arrived, the doors opened, they yelled for them and fortunately their friend was right there at the door.
“That’s a relief.” I comment. “It would have sucked if you guys missed each other.”
“Yeah, especially with the trains running every twenty minutes.” We chat for a while, talking about nothing in particular. They work downtown, like mostly everyone in the District. Continue reading