kwahlne
Well-Known Member
So...my daughter and I are going to the Redskins game, wooohoo, right? Holy crap, what an adventure!
We take the Metro, like we always do. We get to our stop, and lo and behold, the shuttle buses aren't running! How are we supposed to get to the stadium? I'm not walking through the ghetto to get there! We hop in a cab who's trying to worm his way through rush hour traffic. It's only a couple miles, but it's taking 1/2 an hour. Then.....he runs out of gas! We coast onto a side road...in the freakin' ghetto! He keeps trying to start his engine...nope. He flags down a passing cab and takes about 10 minutes to ask him to take us to the stadium. We hop inside and he doesn't know where to go. Seriously? How can you not know? You're a cab driver. you are PAID to know. So after passing a couple drug deals and some people renting out their driveways for $20, we make it to FedEx Field.
Saw the game, sucked, we lost. I decided we would take a regular bus to the Metro since the shuttles weren't running...um, yeah. If we could FIND ONE! Lots of buses...nobody stopping. I asked a total of 6 different security guards/FedEx employees and each one of them told us something different. Finally we heard about this other Metro stop that I didn't know about that is only a mile away. I figure walking a mile through the ghetto with about a thousand other drunk Redskins fans shouldn't be quite as scary as the gas-less cabby. So we did. Not so bad. So after getting hit on by 2 drunk college kids and then 2 Hawaiian brothers, my daughter and I made it safely home....
Sheesh! I need my bed.
We take the Metro, like we always do. We get to our stop, and lo and behold, the shuttle buses aren't running! How are we supposed to get to the stadium? I'm not walking through the ghetto to get there! We hop in a cab who's trying to worm his way through rush hour traffic. It's only a couple miles, but it's taking 1/2 an hour. Then.....he runs out of gas! We coast onto a side road...in the freakin' ghetto! He keeps trying to start his engine...nope. He flags down a passing cab and takes about 10 minutes to ask him to take us to the stadium. We hop inside and he doesn't know where to go. Seriously? How can you not know? You're a cab driver. you are PAID to know. So after passing a couple drug deals and some people renting out their driveways for $20, we make it to FedEx Field.
Saw the game, sucked, we lost. I decided we would take a regular bus to the Metro since the shuttles weren't running...um, yeah. If we could FIND ONE! Lots of buses...nobody stopping. I asked a total of 6 different security guards/FedEx employees and each one of them told us something different. Finally we heard about this other Metro stop that I didn't know about that is only a mile away. I figure walking a mile through the ghetto with about a thousand other drunk Redskins fans shouldn't be quite as scary as the gas-less cabby. So we did. Not so bad. So after getting hit on by 2 drunk college kids and then 2 Hawaiian brothers, my daughter and I made it safely home....
Sheesh! I need my bed.
