{"id":552,"date":"2009-02-19T23:51:46","date_gmt":"2009-02-20T03:51:46","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/washwords.com\/words\/2009\/orangeline-loveliness\/"},"modified":"2009-02-19T23:51:54","modified_gmt":"2009-02-20T03:51:54","slug":"orangeline-loveliness","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/washwords.com\/words\/2009\/orangeline-loveliness\/","title":{"rendered":"Orangeline loveliness"},"content":{"rendered":"
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Image by afagen<\/a> via Flickr<\/small><\/div>\n

Ah, the beloved Orange line of our most venerable DC metro system.<\/p>\n

It did NOT have a good day.<\/p>\n

First there was the derailment (2 hour delay, morning rush.) <\/p>\n

Then there was the OTHER derailment. <\/p>\n

Then, right about the time Washwords was heading home to see her honey and make italian sausage tortellini, there was the “single tracking” between two stops at the end of the orange line, VA country. Estimated time of delay: 2 hours. ish. Which is funny (not funny ha ha ) because that’s exactly what they were saying in the a.m. derailment. Ah, the first derailment. <\/p>\n

Anywho, it was annoying. Fer shure. And it’s not that I’m one to go with the flow, take irratations in stride. No WashWords is not really known for her “eh, whatever, don’t worry, be happy.”<\/p>\n

But still.<\/p>\n

Here’s what happened when we our train was offloaded (why? unclear. I’m guessing all the jerky mcjerkingtons insisted on shoving and prying open the doors at every stop, despite the fact that there was plenty o room in the cars at the front and the back. but i digress…) So, we’re offloaded in Rosslyn round about quarter to seven. And mind you, DC uninitiated, Rosslyn is not East Outer Mongolia. It’s over the river, not dc, not “scary” to suburbanites, it’s on a major road — a road with … hotels! and taxis! and buses! and probably about ooh a mile, maybe 5 from where most of the orangeliners were going, me included.<\/p>\n

Annoying? Oh yes. But…<\/p>\n

I knew where I was, I knew several ways to get from Point Rosslyn to Point Home. I’m betting the other megas<\/a><\/b> knew how to get to their Point Homes, Point Tortellinis, Point Bar. <\/p>\n

And yet…<\/p>\n

Here’s what I heard:<\/p>\n