I still can't believe that in a city of this size -- and, theoretically, importance -- a bad rainstorm can virtually shut down the subway system during rush hour. (As an aside, Wonkette is reporting that the storm may have caused damage to the DNC offices.)
Once I got to L'Enfant Plaza, it became clear that the wait for the overcrowded shuttle buses was going to take quite a while -- and considering how many traffic signals out, it looked like the buses were a gamble anyway. So I hoofed it up to Metro Center. Of course, during my long walk in the heat and humidity, I overheard -- and participated in -- a good deal of cursing the WMATA. I did finally make it into to the office, quite late and drenched in sweat.
Once I had cooled off for a couple moments in the air conditioning, the absurdity of the situation became clear, and now, other than the fact that my feet hurt, I find the situation a little humorous. Re-reading Achenbach's recent column on the use of the f-word helped. (Coincidentally, it was also his blog topic for today.) And, I've gotten several calls from relatives who seem to actually believe that we're suffering through floods of biblical proportion.
Since the weather's not expected to get any better, I'm now wondering what my commute home will bring.
Update: Metro was running somewhat smoothly for my evening commute (although, evening seems to signify something earlier than 8:30 p.m.), but it's still pretty bad outside. I had to walk through ankle-high water to get through the courtyard to my apartment.