Wow, I really can’t seem to break free from 1995 Bjork!
In trying to download a picture from my e-mail, I enjoyed this delicious nugget of technology from Google:
“Detailed Technical Info.”
Numeric Code: 67.
I don’t know about you, but I’m overwhelmed with the detailed technical info relating to GoogleFail.
But, I digress.
As I got on a Red Line to Glenmont after 7 tonight, it was next to empty. Seriously, on average, there are more people on that train on a normal weekday than were on it tonight. When I transferred at Fort Totten, I ended up waiting only two minutes before an even more empty train to Greenbelt showed up. Quite, quite different than this morning.
I stared straight ahead, my head heavy, my eyes tired and my brain going over a million different things I’ve got swimming around in my head right now. I didn’t even realize I’d reached Greenbelt until the lights flickered and it registered that the driver said the train was out of service.
When I walked toward the door, I looked at the station map they post on the inside of the car. Someone added a stop.
I’ve been to Tripset. It’s nothing to write home about. Today, though, it was.