Okay, so I leave the office at 6:20. Because WMATA alerted me that there were significant delays on "all lines" due to a derailment on the Orange Line, I decided to bus the whole way home. I arrived at the stop shortly before 6:30. The next scheduled bus was at 6:32. I waited, not at all patiently, until well after 7 with the heavy, humid heat weighing on me and the exhaust fumes in my face choking me. Yay. Once the bus finally came, it was okay, until Union Station when a group of roudy teens got on, one of whom hit my head accidentally, and thought it was funny. These same kids called a guy getting off the bus "Fat Albert" and I'm pretty sure they called me "Big Momma." Seriously. I wanted to rail on them, but keeping my urban street smart wits about me, I just got off the bus.
By the time I got home, it was after 8. Yes, folks, 1 1/2 hours to get home. A half hour more than it would take me to walk. Now, as a result of all this waiting, I was starving...and for something specific: Chinese food, the result of reading "The Fortune Cookie Diaries" during my wait. After ordering and being told it would take 35 minutes, I realized I couldn't wait. I ate two (ugh) hot dogs. Of course, once my General Tso's chicken and dumplings arrived, I tasted it, but it kind of grossed me out. That took care of my cravings for Chinese take out for another year or two.
Oh, and by the way, I'm officially annoyed by Typepad!