I should
have known. Or at least suspected it. I hit the off-button of the alarm clock
instead of the Snooze and woke up 20 minutes later than planned. I had to hurry
up and get ready for the commute.
I dashed to
the car and to the train station only to find that the train was going to be
about 30 minutes late. It was. At least I got the extra sleep. The platform was
already hot with the morning humidity and there were dozens of extra people
there because the next train is usually only 20 minutes later than the one I
take. So we had two trains worth of commuters to stand in the aisles and block
up the path.
By the time
we arrived at Union Station, I was half-way between two local bus arrivals and
waited along with a dozen people who would be wanting to board the bus also. It
arrived and we all piled in.
By the time
we reached 9th Street, the Police had the block over to 10th cordoned off for
some unspecified reason. The bus deviated with a left turn in what was supposed
to be a "uni-block detour" that turned out to be much more. By the
time we moved one block south we were met by another police vehicle making us
turn left again. While two wrongs don't make a right, three lefts do.
We were
headed back toward Union Station until we made the third left and were headed
North. By then there were a series of No Left Turns including the useless left on
at E Street from where we originally diverted. K Street provided the first
opportunity for a left turn, the fourth one that put us back on a Westward
path.
It was about
then that I thought about the possibility of the driver's name being Moses. He
did an admirable job of navigating the city streets during morning DC rush
hour, but we did seem lost in the desert there for a time.
Employing
20-20 hindsight this day would have been a good one to telework. Then the
realization hit me. When you get to work, your commute is only half over. The
day was only cranking up to its maximum temperature at that early hour. AMTRAK
and MARC still had to contend with warped rails, switch and signal
malfunctions, and overheated locomotives. Sometime over the past 21 years of
commuting into DC the commute has become an adventure. THAT was never supposed to
be.
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