The thin red line

Yikes. I arrived at the office at about 11 this morning. Apparently there was some electrical fire in the Metro system this morning, which disrupted service on the red line. By the time I got to Gallery Place to switch to the red, they were making announcements about fifty-minute delays. And when I saw the masses of people on the platform, I decided, screw this, I’ll just go above ground and walk to my apartment to wait this whole thing out. Which I did. (I had also contemplated walking between the affected stations. The Post reports that thousands of people did, “producing an unusual mass trek down Connecticut Avenue near the National Zoo.”)

I called Tina and Danielle at work, and they were super in providing me with info on alternate means of transportation, but by the time I went back out and walked to Dupont Circle, it seemed things were slowly getting back to normal. The trains were sharing one track, so it was slow going, but here I am in Bethesda, finally, to find that the department printer has a paper jam, and one of my ceiling lights has burnt out. Great.

The silver lining: on the way to my apartment, I stopped at Cosí on the corner of 15th and K, and tried one of their omelette bagels. Quite tasty, and when you pair it with a grande coffee, it all comes to under four bucks.