The Professor with the U.S. Air Force memorial behind him.
With the Pentagon in the background
It took us just a little over ten minutes to walk from the townhouse to the Metro entrance. We went into the Pentagon and at the Metro store there we bought two senior passes and put some money on them. Of course Dad put both passes in his breast pocket.
We got some Advil and Crystal Light at Costco and a couple of new make-up brushes at Marshalls. We finished our trip to the big city by having lunch at the food court at the mall.
About three we decided it was time to get on the Metro before the prices and the people volume went up at three thirty. We hurried down the escalator just as the train for the orange line was about to leave Roslyn. Dad jumped on the train and the doors closed with me still on the platform.
Of course, my pass was in his pocket. And he did not have his phone with him. I had mine.
Three lines go through there. Blue, Orange and Silver. The 11 minutes until the next orange line train came went by at a snail's pace. Finally it came and I got on. Still a little worried about connecting with the Professor again.
For some reason that I don't understand, he got off the train at the next stop. I assume he was planning to get on the same train that I would be on. Instead he hopped on a train, only to discover that he was on the Silver Line that now goes to Tyson's Corner.
He managed to get off before the Orange and Silver tracks split. And actually got on to the same train I was on.
I came up the escalator from the train in Vienna and was delighted to see the Professor. ( I was worried about being held captive in the Metro.) On our 15 minute walk back to the town house, I heard about his adventures in taking trains. He rode on three different ones from Roslyn to Vienna. I made my trip on one.
So apparently the two of us should not be left on our own. I don't think we had one problem on the metro in Paris.
Next time has got to be better.
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