Gratuitous Rainy Commuter Observations

I've often said that an umbrella is really more a form of protest than of protection. The lower slopes got quite moistened this morning.

Another thing that I often think about when it rains: A few years back, the Dee Cee Metro Authority suddenly got worried that blind people were going to pitch off the platform and on to the tracks in the path of an oncoming train because there was no curb or other indicator of the platform's edge. Not that this had actually happened to anyone, so far as I recall. Someone just got worried about it. So Metro went through an elaborate process of installing what amount to rumble strips at the edges of all its platforms, the better to guard the safety of its passengers.

That's all well and good, I suppose, but what I cannot understand is why the rest of the platform, indeed the rest of the station, is floored with a tile that gets so slippery when wet that the station is transformed into one giant skating rink. Slip 'n Fall 'n Sue City, if you ask me.

This morning was especially bad, as I am wearing a brand new pair of weejuns, the soles of which are not yet scuffed up. As I slipped along, I kept asking myself "What would Brian Boitano do?"