After nearly eight months, my daily
Rosslyn Metro station visits have ceased.
With new work comes a new commute around the
Bethesda area with the occasional Metro ride.
The Rosslyn station will be part of me and I will never forget
what we shared together.
From counting the stairs (
160 for the large escalator, 24 for the small) to the
delays when the blue or orange line was single-tracking, we had something special, but it’s time for me to move on to the bright lights of Maryland.
I will miss watching people run to enter the already-cramped elevator during rush hour and the
crowds gathering at my door after stalking my now empty space like vultures when I’d get off at Rosslyn.
You were a
rack to hang my shirts on those humid days and my cot for 3-minute naps.
Oh Rosslyn. I was not without my faults either, but I worked to overcome them. You did not. It was you who moved the up escalators at inconsistent speeds (a rider taking the 2nd from the right finishes two stairs faster). It was you who had the unexplained smell that was a mix of burning rubber and plastic at least twice a week. It was you who allowed train operators to honk their Metro horns that echoed throughout the station. It was you who gave space to the drummer by the bus terminal who used a CD to play 98% of the sounds (music) coming from him, while only playing a live note or two every few seconds.
Despite our differences, you will always be the best “first/last transfer point for the orange and blue line” and always in my heart.
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