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I sat next to a six-year-old on the Metro today. On the way to a Nats game, complete with red cap and baseball glove. and gameboy, of course.

His parents were in the row behind us though I didn’t see them at first and he didn’t seem to be paying them much mind, just chattering away in one long continuous sentence.

“Are you going to the game??” I told him I wasn’t and he looked puzzled, as though it hadn’t occurred to him that the train went anywhere else. “It’s at the new park!!! That’s where we’re going!!!!”

Then he started explaining his pokemon game and how he was at level 17. I, of course, understood not a word and said I doubted I could get to level 2. “Oh no, you could! Level one is really easy. REALLY easy.” He continued playing and showing me things I didn’t understand in the game, though I was glad I had at least heard of pokemon.

When I got off the train, I told him to have fun, that I hoped he caught a fly ball. “Me too!” he said. “And also, I am pretty good at Pokemon, like a lot better than a lot of kids.”

As I stepped out of the train, I heard him calling “You’d be good, too! I can tell those things!”

He had me believing.

This post on dcist made me remember my long-compiled metro snark list. So consider this the first 26. there’s about 26 million more:

my rules for metro conversations (and behavior)
1)don’t have them.
2) if you must have them, whisper.
3) fine since you’re going to ignore me anyway, can you at least try to follow the basic rules of human decency (pretend to be human for a minute:

• a) no drunk girls (sorry, snarky misogynist, and yes i’m female, side coming out)
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In the movie biz (see below)

movie biz

, when the director gets the shot he wants (not the scene, or even the minute, just that one moment), the crew calls “picture!” I know from my vassssttt recent movie experience (see movie bizzz).

Friday I stayed home to watch the filming. (Did I mention Russell Crowe and Ben Affleck were outside my window? Or than Russell nodded, saluted and said “hey” to me?!).

I went grocery shopping (in the middle of the day!). I worked on my blog. I wrote friends. You came over for dinner. We laughed and talked and snuggled and you opened a bottle of wine. You fell asleep and I tiptoed back out to watch a bit more filming (okay, so I may have gotten a call asking me not to press my face against the glass for the next cut. And yeah, so I might have realized that call came right after I padded out in pajamas. but still).

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