If you aren’t reading the new Harry Potter book, you might want to question whether you are Metro Chic. This morning as I was riding to work, I couldn’t even count the number of people who had likely lifted the book from the kids for the morning commute.
The train was almost completely devoid of human chatter as people flipped pages with rapt attention, and had little time or energy for small talk and other social behaviors.
One fellow, an awkward lad, got on the red line heading toward Shady Grove. He walked down the aisle of the car and craned his neck to see what everyone was reading. I was glad that he decided to sit somewhere before reaching where I was standing because, deep into my own morning commute reading, I wanted to be left alone as well. I felt bad for the young woman with whom he sat, though, because she looked as if she were forced into polite conversation rather than remaining absorbed in her book.
So who’s reading the new Harry Potter book? And if not, what are you reading during your commute?
This post appeared in its original form at DC Metblogs
