When I actually do walk fast enough to make the 6:40 train, there is a woman who gets on at the Crystal City stop. She looks liek a mix of Gerrity and Britner. Crazy hair and a canvas bag with a huge ass book. Granted she never sits down when seats are available. She is the door jammer breed.
What is the door jammer? The door jammers are the people who will cluster at the door long before the train reaches their stop. There is always enough time to get off the train and if you don't go to the next stop and come back. But apparently there is this fear. Theya re also the idiots who will just stand in front of the doors and make it difficult for people to board the train. God forbid they move ot teh center of the car...
Anyways, so door jammer, we'll call her Sally, is one of these people. When we reach the station, I get off at the same sopt, she does not just exit the train....she runs as fast as she can all the way up the escalator stairs and through the gate. This is everyday. She runs like she's late. A few weeks ago she ran and gutted herself on the turnstile because her metro card did not work...it was hilarious!
I decided I was going to find out what made Door Jam Sally so panicked. This morning I ran after her. I managed to catch up at the sidewalk and I watched...she ran into STARBUCKS! Every morning, she is in a rush to get to Starbucks....even more alarming is she is rushing to the worst one in DC. (no, make that that second worst, the Penn ave NW is the worst). So she impales herself on the turnstile, about stampedes down the people in front of her, and runs up the escalator.....all for a cup of joe at a shittastic Starbucks. Wow.
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