I was riding the Red Line, between Union Station and Metro Center, about 10:45 am. I was headed to my dentist, in need of a major repair.
There he was...dark shades, black t-shirt, gray sweat pants. Earphones in ears and reading a Rolling Stone.
I would have introduced myself, but my dental issues caused me to be in a less than social mood, and he looked like he was quite seriously into the Rolling Stone.