The wheezing sound of an approaching bus

Never sounds as sweet as it does when you are hot, sticky, tired of waiting, and still feeling that strawberry vodka Sprite.

I barely made it onto an early metro after I dashed down the escalator and boldly reprimanded some lady for standing on the walking side of the escalator, but my efforts were all in vain. I ended up waiting for 40 minutes for a bus at Pentagon, in an impressively long line of people. Once the bus finally pulled in 10 minutes late, which was also about 40-50 minutes after people had started waiting, everyone's wonderful northern Virginian manners quickly evaporated into the humid nighttime air and everyone, including those that were in the back of the line or not in line at all, rushed towards the entrance to the bus. There was shoving and yelling, a security guard was brought in, and the bus pulled away without even having been properly filled to capacity when there were still about 10 people ahead of me. In case you're wondering, after a couple of minutes, another bus showed up to collect the other half of the people that had been waiting.

This summer, I've been learning many valuable things, including how to dress for work, cook real food for myself, and sort values properly in Excel. Perhaps the most important lesson that I've learned is to never move to the suburbs unless I have a car.