The D.C. Metro can be a horrifying place. After living a leisurely life of “please and thank yous” in northern Florida, the transition to a hustle and bustle city was a little jarring.
I’ve lived in a D.C. suburb for about three months now and, because of an unwavering aversion to D.C. traffic, I am a frequent traveler on the Metro.
The Metro is as fascinating and engaging to me as navigating class five rapids in an inflatable kayak. It is intimidating and exciting. And nothing screams “I’m a simpleton” quite like grinning on the train. At times I still have to furtively hide my excitement behind a book or a newspaper. Whether it is emotional or otherwise, the metro is an intoxicating place.
