As Sassy has stated, she believes I’m a DC-ite. Why? Because I know the Metro. I don’t know that it’s exactly that pliable, but I’m also rude if you get in my way. So, maybe that will push it toward the truth.

I do have to say that many interesting things can happen on the Red Line, which is my carrier line of choice. Today held just a few things from a man posed with Toret’s, an over-clapping man, and the homeless guy on my side. This homeless guy… I just can’t figure him out. Every time I walk by, he’s smoking a cigarette, drinking a Frappacino from Starbucks, and has a McDonald’s cup for ‘donations.’ I’m sorry… For that guy, I can’t just feel bad and give money. I mean, he’s technically getting some kind of expendible monies for those perks of cigs and caffiene. But maybe I’m skeptical.

Speaking of being skeptical, let’s just talk about other lines of the Metro, specifically the Green Line. I’ve never been a huge fan. It’s stops are just strange at times. There is one great stop on the Green Line (U St. & Cardozo), where you can find the infamous Ben’s Chili Bowl.

Also, what else is skeptical? Some of these politicians. I’m really hoping for a turnover in the 2006 elections. September 12 is our primary… I’m getting ready to vote in a huge Democratic primary. It’s completely different from being in Alabama. Surreal, almost.

And, what is the last thing to be skeptical about? Crab meat served anywhere else other than Baltimore. Sometimes I’m just not sure if it’s the right thing or not. Speaking of, I need to go to the beach… and have some real crab meat. There’s nothing like it.

Unfortunately, the red line doesn’t run to the beach… neither does any other line. And, tourist season is officially over. I’m so glad I can move up the escalators now and not have to dodge clueless people that are getting in the way. See what I said? I’m rude. I need to get back to my Southern ways, apparently.