|Merry XMAS (adds three hours to commutes)|
The above is the conclusion to my morning commute. An ornament. An ornament that was blinking in a trash can made me three hours late to work. Not that I really care about the fact that I missed three hours of work, I don't care. I care that it was 15 degrees Fahrenheit outside and I was not dressed for a walking commute once I grappled for dear life aboard a commuter bus. Yep, had to walk too many blocks to count (5) in heels. Pretty, pretty heels.
The worst part of this all (besides the temperature, of course) was that the Pentagon officials had zero direction for the hundreds of people looking for ANY direction at all. There were no shuttle buses and I think the metro officials decided it was a great time to hide (out of sheer panic)
|Did someone yell "FREE BEER??"|
So, hats off to YOU, metro authorities, hats off to you.
|Hats off, sir. Hats off.|