Metro Confessional

The metro is my major means of transportation here in DC. I have to say, for the most part I'm a big fan of the metro system. Confession: I am not the worlds greatest driver. I spend most of my time behind the wheel stressing about the rules of the road, so it's nice to sit back and have some one take me where I need to go.

The DC Metro system is very nice and clean. I dig it.

However, you see some weird things go down on the metro. Most of the time I want to scream out, "DOES ANYONE ELSE SEE THIS HAPPENING!?!!" Most of the time the answer seems to be no, unless DC has mastered the art of poker face.

Take this guy for example. When he first sat down in front of my I was terrified these were weapons of mass destruction. Little did I know he carried weapons of mass seduction. Thats right people, he is a perfume peddler. Those vials labeled with stickers saying"Juicy Couture" and "Coach Poppy." Not only did I survive the experience but he smelled delightfully like baby powder. He was though, I would like to note, chewing on a stick (a legit stick, like the former arm of a tree) the entire time.

I'm bummed to say these escalators never work, it is the number one reason I don't feel guilty for not making to the gym.

It was a rainy x234082934 nasty day outside. I don't want to be over dramatic but it might have been enough to classify as a monsoon. I'm sure weather people are looking into it.

Proof of rainy weather.

Homeless tree bits, perhaps they are cousins to the stick the perfume guy was chewing on.

Garbage in the streets, never said I was living in the cleanest city in the world.