Yes, you, little brown one. It is so nice to see you back in Metrorail stations, small, squat, and silent. You do what you do without protest.
You take in my refuse, my trash, my waste without emotion, without care. And so you should.
WMATA spent $800,000 on buying you and your friends, bomb-proof trash cans that can hold my used Express or an express bomb.
Wait, my used Express should go in your friend, the newspaper recycle bin, the one exiled outside the station proper.
Oh well, do not fret, do not feel lonely. I still like you, I still use you. My little trashy friend.
This post appeared in its original form at DC Metblogs