Interesting Metro Ride #29

On my way home from work yesterday it was strangely busy, even for this time of year. August in DC is usually when most people are out of town on vacation. So it’s typically a little less congested. And more so on Mondays and Fridays because of that great invention people call “The Compressed Schedule”. It’s something the Federal Government invented that’s actually quite efficient and was started to help with DC congestion.

Anyways. There were a lot of people standing up on the Metro and there was this guy reading a book, and I had to turn my head to read the title of the book. It was called something like, “How to get in touch with your inner feelings and express them with joy and love and harmony in your life with out loosing your masculinity.” It was one of those self-help books you just wanted to vomit all over. After looking at it, my eyebrow had that instinctual and sarcastic inquisitive twitch upwards and a neighboring Metro rider saw it and rolled her eyes at him, acknowledging I was not the only one feeling these sentiments.

It was a moment and it was shared on the Metro on the way home.

These things don’t happen often and when they do, they are priceless.

4 Responses to “Interesting Metro Ride #29”

  • Mental note: I need to create a “socially awkward book collection” or a trick book with multiple covers, each one a little more awkward for onlookers riding metro.

    Some title ideas:
    “The Ultimate Cannabal’s Cookbook”
    “Overcoming Frotteurism”
    “My Life as an Exhibitionist”
    “How to Tell Your Child You’re About to Leave Their Mother for Another Man”

    Anyone else have ideas? Or know a publisher?



  • I have no other titles to offer at this time, but I think you are off to a great start and sounds like an excellent social experiment.

  • ::raises hand::

    Once accidenttally hit on a guy while reading “Single Mothers By Choice” while riding the Boston T.

  • Oh God, that is some frivolous tripe! Bleh. I don’t blame ya, I would have rolled my eyes too. Oh, wait . . . I am rolling them . . . *right now*.

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