Metro. Again.

I sit waiting for a train at dupont. The station was packed when I got
here. Then the train off loaded. Partially because it was too full to
close the doors. When they finally moved the train off the platform
(15 minutes later), the station populace was disgruntled to say the
least. Now we sit moving slowly, at the next station, breathing air
made hot by too many bodies and the dc summer.

I am not the first, nor will I be the last to complain about DC's
notorious red line. But as the makeup melts off my face and I send
texts to office to give them a heads up, I needed the feeling of
sympathy of describing my troubles to an audience.