Train Lineage

There's always something new on the Metro. Today, I decided to keep my iPod turned down relatively low so as to catch fleeting clips of the train operator. Sometimes I do this even though it's usually in vain as the mumble of the operator is drowned out by the train itself. Today, I'm glad I did, for the man behind the curtain promptly said as we pulled into Rosslyn that "this Orange Line train is now a Blue Line train."

Just like that. Who knew that the Metro operators had the power to change the sex of my train with just a few words and a flick of a wrist?

The funniest thing to me, though, was watching the shocked and appalled reactions of some of the riders. A few stormed off the train in disgust to wait for the next Orange Line to come along.

But, wait a minute, Angry Metro Rider... after Rosslyn, it DOESN'T MATTER which line you're on, unless you're going all the freaking way to New Carrollton! You didn't have to get angry! You didn't have to leave! You could have just sat right back and let it roll, secure in the knowledge that you rode two different Metro lines without ever having to move a muscle.