I think Metro and I are going to have to break up. Imagine walking into a restaurant, paying full price, waiting twice as long as one would expect, only to get half a meal.
That's pretty much what happened to my relationship with Metro the other day.
I decided to flirt with taking Metro to pick my girlfriend at Union Station. I so wanted things to work out with Metro, but sadly, I was spurned.
I entered at Farragut North around 5:00 p.m., to be greeted by a sign saying it would be 10 minutes until the next train toward New York Ave. I was only going four stops, so I toyed with the idea of just being friends and hopping in a cab to save myself a little woe.
But I wanted to see if there was potential for something more.
I could feel my pulse quicken as I got on that next train, but alas, the train got cold feet and went out of service at Gallery Place/Chinatown. Needless to say, I was emotionally exhausted.
Heartbroken, out 15 minutes and a buck and a half, I did what I should have done in the first place: dump Metro and jump in a cab.
WMATA, consider this my dear john letter.

