Overheard at our house, DC Metro edition (twofer)

“You don’t know how disappointed I was to see the doors close just as I reached the top of the escalator last night, then had to wait 20 minutes for the next train.”

“I know.”

“It was one of those, ‘Oh, if I’d just crossed the street a little faster, or gotten behind someone faster at the turnstiles’ – remember that movie Sliding Doors?”


“It was just like that.”


“Except, you know – for the mugging and the pregnancy and dying and finding you in bed with another woman and a lot of other stuff.”


“Yes, exactly like that.”


Reading aloud from DCist’s own “overheard” column, after both of us have indulged in a hearty laugh:

On the Navy Yard Metro platform after Thursday’s Nats game:

Metro policeman: “People, move it on to the middle of the train. Let’s pack the car right Nats fans. You not cherry-blossomers. You people know to do this. You live here.”

“I think I love that far more than I should admit.”