I wish I was like you, easily amused

Apparently there’s an epidemic of children racing through Green Line Metro stations and slipping and falling. I’m not quite sure how else to explain the station attendant at the Archives/Navy Memorial stop constantly saying over the PA system “Please walk, do not run. We want you to get home safely, have a safe trip home.” In the six minutes that I waited for a train the attendant said this 9 times. I know this because the display said 6 minutes until the next train and I counted the number of times this mook of a woman repeated herself. I guess D.C. Metro riders are akin to 1st graders running from their classroom to recess at 12:30 pm. Oh, and I should note, I didn’t see a single person running through the station over the entire span of 6 minutes. Maybe she’s new and doesn’t understand that a station attendants job is to look as disinterested and aloof as possible.

I found out today that I’m not registered to vote. Not in D.C. Not in Maryland. When I switched my license and tags to D.C., I registered myself to vote in D.C. Today, I went online to figure out where I vote. Except, when I entered my information, it said that the voter database had no such person registered to vote. Okay, so maybe I’ll have to drive back to College Park, where I was last registered, and vote there. So I check the Maryland database to double check where I vote. I enter my information and a match is found. BUT, I have been unregistered and am no longer allowed to vote in that precinct. WHAT THE FUCK(please excuse the excessive interrobangs)?!?!?! So I’m guessing the moron at the DMV who processed my application unregistered me but, since her 2-hour lunch break was in one minute, put down the paperwork to go eat. On her return, she forgot about my registration and now I am registered to vote nowhere. Goddamn I hate this city sometimes.

And just because:

Mom, meet your future daughter-in-law. Anne this is my mom. Mom this is Anne.