The weather was pretty nice yesterday—about 68 degrees when I left work at 6:05 pm. When I reached the point in front of Union Station where a co-worker and I normally split ways I decided that I would walk home. The stroll was nice and my iPod kept me company. The best part of the walk, though, is that I tied the bus. It literally took the same amount of time to walk home from work as it would have if I had stood on the bloody corner and waited for the bus to pick me up. Last week after coming home from Silver Springs I also decided to walk home, not because it was breezy and I wanted to clear my head but rather because I waited twenty minutes for a bus and none came. Oh, and during the entire walk home no buses showed up, and I walked the bus route back. Several days ago I went to visit a pal in
If only I lived on the D8 line, I'd be made in the shade. Normally three D8 buses run past the Union Station bus stop before a single D6 shows up. The bottom line is this
Monday, September 17, 2007
D6
My hate of the D6 bus line is very well documented; in that I complain about it all the time to everyone I meet. I have two ways to get home from work, take the train then walk ten minutes, or traverse the Capitol (complete with tram ride to Senate Office Buildings (yeah, I know you’re jealous (because it’s so awesome))) take the bus and get let off right in front of my house. I take the train to work because the D6 bus either gets me to work 20 minutes early or 10 minutes late. Coming home, though, I don't have to worry about punching in on time and can take a slower route if I so choose. Since the bus costs $.10 less than the train I take the bus home everyday. (Interestingly, taking the bus home recently led to me running into an old classmate from American University .)
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No way! The D6 saved my life last night. There are some pretty shady characters that hang around Farragut Square after midnight...
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