Holiday Spirit on the Orange Line
I had heard of people breaking out into song on the Metro during the holiday season, but hadn’t experienced it myself. However, upon boarding today, a trio standing near the middle doors of my Metro car were humming a bit. When the train started moving, they broke out into a lovely rendition of “Silent Night”. I was facing away from them, but with my fellow passengers, turned to watch them perform. The whole car was pretty quiet as they sang, not many carrying on their conversations as we all stopped to listen. As the song ended, the car burst into applause. “Happy holidays, everyone,” one of the gentlemen said. They then sang a couple more songs (of the non-Christmas, doo-wop variety) before disembarking at Rosslyn.
No need for the iPod for a few minutes. Thanks for making the commute a little brighter, guys.
You’ve got to love DC for little things like that. No one’s going to break out into song on an AATA bus.
On the way home today, some guy was moving through my Metro car trying to get change. I pretended I was asleep when he came by where I was. :)
A Tale of Two Metro Rides.
You’re starting to get a history of pretending to be asleep on the Metro. Let’s hope you never really fall asleep and end up riding the train back to Shaaaaaaaaaaaa-aaaaaaaaady Grove because no one wakes you up. ;)
Often, pretending to be asleep on the Metro is the best way to get through the experience as painlessly as possible. :)
And if somehow I had the ill luck to be on the Shaaaaaaaaa-aaaaaaaady Grove train, that woman’s voice would wake me up right away. (Though I have to wonder what she says when driving the train the other way: “This is the train to Gleeeeee-eeeeee-eeenmont”? Just doesn’t seem to work as well.)
See, that’s another reason why you need an iPod. You’re sufficiently disengaged enough that most people don’t bother with you–if they do and try to persist, you give them a lame smile and pop those earbuds back in. Then stare out the window at a dark tunnel. And you’d get to listen to “IPcubia”!
Well, who knows what she says, but it might be a shade better than the woman who refuses to prounce T’s in the (I believe) hopes of sounding pseudo-French/British. “This the train . . . to Glemon. Next station, For To’en.” She only prounces T’s when they begin the word.