New Yorker Cartoon Caption Contest #225

I may be a blond, but I'm pretty sure it's a football field--not Hartsfield.  

The above cartoon is the New Yorker Cartoon Caption Contest #225.  In case you don't get this one, Hartsfield is the name of the airport in Atlanta, GA.  I know its not that great if I have to explain it.  Let me know if you come up with any captions too. Click on the link above to enter. 

Shane Is On His Way Home

Shane is flying home from his business trip to Albuquerque, NM.  He sent me this photo as he waited on the plane during a layover in Phoenix.  He was worried the weather might delay his trip, as the weather has been active in the west.  He is supposed to get back to DC around midnight.

Friday Rant--Deadly Hazard of Rolling Backpacks

I ride the subway in DC to work everyday.  I go from Eastern Market in DC to Pentagon City in Virginia, which requires that I transfer trains (from the blue or orange line to the yellow line) at L'Enfant Plaza -- pronounced "lohn-FOHN."  The "t" is silent and the first "n" is not. 

 

Anyway, there is always a mad dash to go up the escalator at L'Enfant to catch the yellow-line train going toward Virginia.  It is a very crowded station with people scrambling in every direction.  And this becomes even more of a problem when you add in the complication of people lugging a bunch of junk behind them in their rolling backpacks or cases on wheels. 

 

These aren't people going to the airport for a tropic, week-long vacation with suitcases on wheels.  No.  These are businessmen and women going to work that feel they have to carry a great deal of junk back and forth everyday. 

 

I could understand if these were all old people who were not able to lift very much and were on a long journey, but these are often young, able-bodied people, often overweight (I'm just saying), who just don't feel like carrying all that junk. 

 

The space they are taking up is not only their normal girth, but also the long handle or pole attached to a bag on wheels that is several feet behind them.  They are in no hurry and are usually oblivious to the fact that they are in the way. 

 

I just want to get off the train and scamper up the moving stairs.  It is bad enough having to dodge all the people standing around and walking every which way, but now you have to watch out for their bags trailing behind all these people too lazy to carry a bag. Since the bags on wheels are low, they are not easy to see in a crowd and quite the tripping hazard. 

 

Tripping in a DC Metro station can result in a deadly fall on the tracks, which include a high voltage third rail.  Not to get all Fox News on you with my hysterics, but how many people have to die before these lazy people are forced to carry their bag full of magazines and junk food they require to get through their work day?  I'm just saying.