Orange Line to Vienna…

20Aug08

Something strange just happened on the metro.

I had parted ways with DT at Metro Center, and after a seven-minute wait I boarded the Orange Line toward Vienna. A couple in their early 40s, I’d guess, sat down in front of me. The man had his arm around the woman, the woman was leaning on his shoulder. I was enamored with how in love they were, for a relatively older couple. Usually when I see couples like that, they’re complaining or generally looking miserable. Not these two.

But then, about ten minutes in, the woman leaps back across the seat from the man, and makes a face like “Come ON.” She holds the glare for a long long time while the man stares back at her. Finally she straightens up (she had been leaning into the aisle, away from him), and he asks her what he did. And the woman whispers, “You were looking at that girl.”

“What girl?”

“The girl sitting behind us.”

I am the girl sitting behind them. The woman does not realize I’m between songs and can hear her. The man, whether he had been “looking at me” or not, now starts trying to nonchalantly look behind them to see me, the homewrecker she’s referring to. I squirm for the rest of the metro ride while the man tries to get a good look at me, probably to take note of one of my deformities so he can relay it to his wife and make her feel better.

The adult world is very, very strange. I darted off the metro.

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