Day Nine

I didn't get back until after midnight last night, hence the delay in updating. I only had one ride yesterday because I took the Metro out to Vienna in the evening to meet my father and sisters at Wolf Trap theater to see West Side Story. Dad, of course, drove us home from there where we picked up my car at the commuter lot.

Morning: Rode in another red Prius. How weird is that? But, as usual, I made myself look like an idiot and asked the guy driving if he was the one I rode with the night before. He looked confused and then said, "No, I don't think so." Silence for the rest of the ride ... a little more awkward now because I'm dumb.
The car wasn't very "lived in," though I knew the car was his with his numerous keys on his keychain (not dull like the other rentals/leases I've been in so far). There wasn't anything hanging from the rearview mirror or stuff in the center console. It was just plain ... but it at least smelled new.
The guy was flipping through radio stations the whole ride, like it was cool or something. He stopped a station that had just started playing "Don't Stop Believing" by Journey. I immediately started to miss my friends back in Missouri. One had this as his ringtone (the one the caller hears instead of the dull ring) and the rest of us just go plain crazy when a Journey song comes on.
Traffic was congested from the get-go. I really do hate the on-ramp where I live. Typically, on-ramps are supposed to be about a mile long giving traffic the opportunity to merge onto the highway but, no ... if you stay on our on-ramp any longer than half of a mile, you're getting back off again. Pain.
My most entertaining moment of the ride? A HUGE Ford truck drove past us -- it was a '90s model, big tires, a good amount of lift, fog lights on top of the truck and your classic "balls" hanging from the back of the hitch. Even better was the license plate: OBSCNE