This morning, on my way to work, I noticed that the traffic was light on Wisconsin Avenue and the atmosphere was subdued in Friendship Heights metro. No rushing. No running. And I got a seat in the train! (What'a Friday treat.)
The Pakistani cook (I forgot his name) in the nearby Friendship Heights Gourmet Store told me that he’s taking a day off. “A lot of offices are closed today,” he said.
I said, “But there’s no holiday.”
He insisted there’s a holiday.
When I picked up my coffee in the cafeteria, I told T., the cashier, that it was quiet in the metro. “People must be taking long weekend,” I said.
“No, no, no,” she protested, “My metro was packed this morning.”
“Which metro,? I asked.
“Green line,” she said.
“I’m red,” I said.
“That’s a Jewish line. A lot of Jews live along the red line,” she muttered. “It’s the passover!”
I went back to my office wondering what she means; and wondering about how our lives and lifetstyles change as our metro line colors in the District change.
Happy Passover and Happy Easter to all.
The Pakistani cook (I forgot his name) in the nearby Friendship Heights Gourmet Store told me that he’s taking a day off. “A lot of offices are closed today,” he said.
I said, “But there’s no holiday.”
He insisted there’s a holiday.
When I picked up my coffee in the cafeteria, I told T., the cashier, that it was quiet in the metro. “People must be taking long weekend,” I said.
“No, no, no,” she protested, “My metro was packed this morning.”
“Which metro,? I asked.
“Green line,” she said.
“I’m red,” I said.
“That’s a Jewish line. A lot of Jews live along the red line,” she muttered. “It’s the passover!”
I went back to my office wondering what she means; and wondering about how our lives and lifetstyles change as our metro line colors in the District change.
Happy Passover and Happy Easter to all.
PS. For your information, Mr. Obama’s residence is on the red, orange, and blue lines stops.
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