Last night the commuter trains were delayed at Union Station, Washington DC because Senator Joe Bidden was coming in on some Amtrak line. Apparently he’s been commuting in this manner for quite some time. However, now he is the Vice-President-elect, which means police cars with their lights flashing ON the platform, uniformed police officers EVERYWHERE, and Secret Service personnel armed to the hilt – complete with automatic weapons.
Fortunately, my train left before the fun started. Apparently, once the Bidden Express arrived, EVERYONE was blocked into the terminal area (think sardine city). A few iPod-ers who did not hear the announcement (or did not pay attention to the wahwah noise coming from the ancient speakers) walked through the doors and directly into a full-body-check given freely by the nearest security officer. The official word is they pushed the crowd back inside.
That would have totally been me. I just know it.
So, how many automatic weapons and vice presidents do you get to see on you evening commute?
Filed under: Commuting, Humor, aaarrrrgggghhh!!, automatic weapons
Oh my goodness.
You live in the DC area! I’m from there, actually. My family lives in Laurel. Well … my Dad. Everyone else lives somewhere else now. I certainly don’t envy you DC traffic.
I want to know how many vice presidents, secret service and automatic weapons can fit in a train car??
Whew! glad your train left before that mess…I so would have been one that got searched…I have a guilty face even when I didn’t do it…mm
Let him walk; I’m quite certain he would tell the rest of us it’s our patriotic duty.
No automatic weapons or vice-presidents here, and thankfully on both accounts. I live across from the church, so the commute isn’t far at all.
Darla … I was speaking about a hockey move with full-body-check. haha. I gotta be more clear in my descriptions.
Good Morning Ron! I envy you and your commute. In DC, you can’t swing a dead cat without hitting a dignitary or three.
I should have just written, “body-checked the hapless iPod-ers back into the terminal” or something like that.
what drama. that would frustrate me. how do you deal with that kind of stuff there?
We simply become satisfied with a lower level of productivity than the rest of the country. Its called “working in Washington.”