Day Seven

Morning: This morning, I was in my car! Well, not really. The man who drove has a slightly newer model of my car ... but he still didn't have power locks or windows, which made me feel better.
The driver of the green Saturn was casually dressed. He had on a blue collared shirt with white sripes and a khaki shirt. The man in the front was in black slacks and a white collared shirt. When we were picked up, he went for the backseat. I told him to take the front as I was smaller and would fit better in the backseat.
So, I was in the backseat and was blasted by this guy's radio because the speakers were right behind my head. He started off at the classic rock station, but it started fading once we hit the highway, so he switched to some crazy '80s station and it drove me CRAZY. Don't get me wrong, I love the '80s ... but not at 6 a.m.
As we were approaching the Occoquan exit, a woman came on the radio to announce the traffic report and said traffic was backed up on both I-95 and the HOV lane from an accident at Occoquan. It was surreal because, as she was talking about it, we were approaching it. We saw the lights flashing and the traffic was most certainly backed up. By the tmie we got to the accident, the car was being put onto a tow truck. The front half was smashed in. They must have hit the cement divider or something because there were no other cars being towed or taken care of.
I was paranoid about the Metro this morning. There were reports on the news that there were random fires and power surges on the tracks. The website said they were up and running this morning, so I was taking chances that I'd be okay. And I was.
There was a hilarious commercial on the radio as we were approaching the Pentagon. It was a Comcast commercial selling their cable/phone/Internet package. They were calling it 'televisiphonernetting." I could not stop laughing and they driver was looking at me like I was crazy. But it was funny ...
Evening: A man in a flight suit picked us up in a black Jetta. Like a kind gentleman, he took three of us. I was in the front seat and two men were behind. I was having trouble adjusting the seat, so the poor guy behind me was eating his knees and I couldn't do anything about it.
The driver had the A/C blasting and, luckily, it wasn't right in my face — it was more focused toward the back. But, eventually I couldn't feel my ears, so I asked him to turn it down (he said that he would turn it down when someone said something).
I was looking around the car without trying to be too invasive. I knew this car wasn't his from two things: the toe separators in the center console (you know the things you get when you get a pedicure?) and a graduation tassle hanging from the rearview mirror. The tassle was maroon and orange (Virginia Tech colors) but there was a wildcat and 2007 hanging on a golden chain on it, so I knew it was from Mountain View High School (my sister graduated from there).
I broke the cardinal rule of slugging and asked if it was from Mountain View. The driver said yes, his daughter just graduated from there. We talked for some time about high school, how his daughter is going to James Madison and his son is starting at Mountain View. My sister is NOT going to school and he seemed a little thrown off when I said that.
He and his family used to live in Tampa, so we talked a little about the area. Then it was silence the rest of the way. Fun.