It took me almost an hour and a half to get home today (a commute that usually takes me only 40 minutes in rush hour).
We got stuck between Metro Center and Farragut West for 40 minutes. Underground. For 40 minutes. It's ok, though, because even though it was long and my iPod was out of batteries and I didn't have a book with me (I hate commutes when I am ill-prepared like that), the car was sufficiently air-conditioned.
Also, and more importantly, the thug next to me (full grown thug, not thuglet) was listening to "Don't Go Chasin' Waterfalls" on repeat on his ipod. Probably as loud as it would go. Round about the 5th time in a row, I got restless and started texting my Blake and my friends to tell them about my TLC-loving metro neighbor.
Me: "There is a big thug sitting next to me on the metro listening to 'Don't go Chasin' Waterfalls' over and over again. Classic"
Meg: "We all need some TLC every now and again"
Me: "Yeah, no matter how thug you look..."
Meg: "Tap his shoulder and give him a thumbs up"
Me: (Now listening to "just stick to the rivers and the lakes that you're used to..." for the sixth or seventh time) "He might rip that finger right off and eat it for a snack. We are stuck on the metro and he is starting to look hungry and restless."
Meg: "You don't have enough meat on you to make it worth it."
Me: "I dunno, I am getting pudgy from all the snacks that I eat at work....good thing he has waterfalls to chase."
Blake: "Just stick to the rivers and the lakes that you're used to"
Ashton: "I hope he was singing too. That's something Stephen would call 'blog-worthy.'"
Yes, yes it was.
Oh, and I'd lost count of the number of times he played the song by the time I got off at my stop and he continued on, probably spreading the TLC love all the way to the end of the orange line.