This morning I decided I’d try a different route to the office and, rather than walk/jog/rollerblade/segway the distance to the metro station I’d instead catch the bus a few blocks in the other direction. What the hell – it’ll keep me from having to change lines by going straight to Rosslyn.

Well, it was a reminder why I prefer rail over the bus. I could build you an enterprise-class time & attendance system (well, I did once) but bus scheduled confuse the crap out of me. The line in question, 23[pdf], is designated as eastbound and westbound. But from my perspective it’s pretty much just going north and south.

Maybe most locations are less confusing (or just as likely, most people are more competent than me) but where I was directed to go has a stop for this same bus route on both sides of the road. So I pondered it a bit, looked at where the next few stops were and picked the side that seemed most likely to be going the direction I wanted. When it showed up at the designated time with no sign of a bus from the other direction I thought “oh good, I figured it out right.”

And enjoyed that confident feeling for the entire mile or so till the end of the line.

Oh well, at least that left me at a metro stop, albeit one farther down the yellow line than where I’d have started from if I’d walked.

This post appeared in its original form at DC Metblogs

Well I used to say something in my profile about not quite being a “tinker, tailor, soldier, or spy” but Tom stole that for our about us page, so I guess I’ll have to find another way to express that I am a man of many interests.

Hmm, guess I just did.

My tastes run the gamut from sophomoric to Shakespeare and in my “professional” life I’ve sold things, served beer, written software, and carried heavy objects… sometimes at the same place. It’s that range of loves and activities that makes it so easy for me to love DC – we’ve got it all.


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