Grapefeed

After going to happy hour and then dinner, Brian, Michael and I hit the Metro to head to our respective homes. I was originally going to catch the bus, but when I found out not only that I’d have a long wait but that Hanna was fast approaching, I opted for the train as well. I met up with them only a little dampened.

While we were on the train, the three of us caught some strange activity behind us. A couple of people were standing between the windscreens by one of the doorways at the head of the car. We presumed they didn’t know each other. One of them leaned against one of the windscreens. The other had a large umbrella and he had visible trouble closing it.

In his attempt to close it, he bent down in front of the first guy in a rather suggestive manner, leading me into a massive fit of giggles. It didn’t help that only 20 minutes earlier, we were talking about my recent word find in PathWords.

At any rate, I was intent on catching a cab at Union Station, and as luck would have it, two Amtrak trains arrived the same time I did. The line for cabs was far too long to make the wait worth it, so I opted for the bus.

Since it was raining thanks to Hanna, I devised a plan. I’d stay under shelter at Union Station until my bus was slated to arrive. When I saw a bus from my vantage point, I got myself across the street to the stop as quickly as I could. Unfortunately, it wasn’t the one I needed. I got thoroughly soaked on the way. Five minutes later, my bus did arrive.

Oh, and by then the rain had stopped.

Once I got home, I stripped off my wet clothes and hung them to dry. This morning I found them tossed onto the floor, I presume by whomever took a shower between the time I got home and the time I woke up. They wouldn’t have fallen where I found them on their own.

And they were still wet.

I’m due to work at the Fruit Stand today, so hopefully I won’t get too wet along the way.