11 July 2008

L2, bane of my existence.

I have to get to VA to pick up our car, which means I have to get to the orange line from Adams Morgan. In a moment of utter stupidity, I headed out the back door to 18th Street rather than the front door to 16th, so instead of picking up a reliable S line, I'm standing around looking up 18th Street for the L2 like a junky waiting on his man.

A whole slew of 9x buses have passed me by, and I'm thinking maybe I should hop one to 16th to transfer to an S2, when damn here comes the L2 looking like Jesus on wheels and I am a saved man.

All is forgiven.

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