I’d like to say that there is nothing quite like standing in mid-40s weather waiting on the bus, spotting it, and then watching it roll right past you at great speed only to see it stop and offload at the next stop up the street 3 blocks away.

But this is DC, it happens all too fucking often.

And I’m sure it didn’t harm my fat ass to walk home from S St. after dinner at Chipotle, but I’d rather the decision not be taken out of my hands by a blind-ass bus driver.

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