Life on the red line: my morning commute.

Anyone who has spent any amount of time in DC and used the metro has probably experienced this: wet metro tiles. Beautiful to look at; deadly to traverse. In loafers or flats, they are dangerously slippery. In heels, they are neck-breakingly treacherous. Whoever came up with the idea to install these slipperly adobe suckers in all of the metros was either seriously stupid and impractical or else was getting kick-backs for the contract. They are just awful.

The other thing which happened to me was a random act of kindness. As I was getting off of the metro car, a man wished me a nice day and then said that I was beautiful. That's always a good way to start out the day and nice to hear, even if it's from the guy selling socks, t-shirts and porn from a cart (the first two, he called out advertising them; the last was partially hidden under a black plastic bag).