Story 2: Hubris may get a kick out of this.
I had just moved to DC, and was living in Arlington, VA at the time; Rho was still at home in Baltimore.
One day, she had a baby shower to attend, so I told her I would take the train up to Baltimore, and she could pick me up at Penn Station later that afternoon.
Well, I decided to head up to Baltimore early, and thought it would be fun to just walk around and see the place.
So, I walked from Penn Station south on Charles St. towards Baltimore Harbor. I then saw an entrance to Baltimore's Metro Subway, which is only one line that runs from Baltimore Harbor to Owings Mills. I thought, "Hey, it'll be fun to take the subway." So, I got on...
After hitting a few stops, for some reason, I thought it would be a good idea to get off at the Pennsylvania-North station. At the time, I was thinking that I was back near the train station.
As I walked up the steps and on to the street, oh how wrong I was!
Penn-North is in the NW section of the city...and from what I saw, it is an incredibly bad area. All I remember is seeing a bunch of rough looking people and dilapidated buildings and thinking, "Oh shit!"
So, rather than get right back downstairs and take the subway back to the Harbor, I decided to WALK along North Ave. towards Charles St...I must have walked a mile or so. Finally, I came across one of MTA's light rail lines. I hopped on, rode back towards the Harbor, and made my way back to Penn Station, with about a half-hour to spare before Rho came to pick me up.
Apparently, I like making my life interesting.
