The route I take to work is the 9 to Downtown, and then the 102 up North. The 102 goes by the Immigration Office along the Beltway, so there's usually plenty of individuals from foreign lands occupying seats and clutching their worldly goods, looking to fill out forms for the whole day and get annoyed by professional annoyers.
The 9 had a few of the usual worn, Hispanic-looking faces, but not as many as usual. So the bus was ungoldly early, because the drivers don't know how to check their watch and slow themselves down to make up for low passenger loads. Look into it, please, Frank Wilson, okay? It's called a timetable.
And there weren't any of the shuffling huddled masses on the 102, which made for a much quicker ride than usual.
I'm sure that heading back into Downtown will be a pain in the ass if these folks demonstrate like they claim they will. And that's why I always bring a book and something to write my story ideas down on.
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Not to mention my camera, plenty of batteries, and plenty of spare memory sticks.
Some of real journalism must have rubbed off of me during my four and a half years in Hell.
Posted by Laurence Simon | May 1, 2006 12:41 PM
Posted on May 1, 2006 12:41