Part 3: My friends on the Metro

      In this post I would like to tell you about the people on the Metro.  Every day my train would stop at the Pentagon and every day I thought of how grateful I was for the soldiers (getting on and getting off) and their sacrifice.  It was always a good morning when I would see a friend from my ward waiting for the train as well.  A friendly smile can mean so much to one who is travelling alone.  After awhile I also started to notice other riders on the Metro that I would see almost every day.  This is probably due to my hobby of people watching.  There were three people that stood out to me in particular - Bob, Mr. Hayfever, and the German Professor.  Those are not their real names but that is how I came to know them.
      Bob was a pleasant young fellow, probably in his late twenties.  We never actually talked, in fact I don't think he ever even noticed me.  He was too engrossed in his music.  Whatever he was listening to every morning at 7 a.m., it must have been good because he would just ride along and bob his head along with the beat.  Therefore,  meet Bob.
      Mr. Hayfever and I would ride the Metro home from work quite often.  I hadn't ever particularly noticed him until the spring when all the trees were in bloom.  The poor guy had really bad allergies.  One day he didn't stop sneezing for at least two stops, so I casually brought up the topic of allergies and gave him the same honey remedy I suggest to everyone with allergies - just a spoonful of honey makes the allergies go away.  I saw him a few times after that day and he seemed to be feeling much better.
      Last but not least was the German Professor.  He was an older man who always studied German on the Metro.  He could have been a student or a professor, but he seemed more of the professor type to me.  Actually how I "met" him was quite funny.  When my BFF Annie came out to visit we went to the Spy Museum and while there saw a lot of little clips about being a spy.  One such clip was detecting suspects that were in disguise.  A couple days after she left, I was sitting there on the Metro and I noticed that the person sitting in the side seat in front of me was studying German.  I looked up and thought to myself that he looked just like one of the suspects from the clip in the Spy Museum.  I let my imagination run a little wild as I day dreamed about how being a German Professor might be his cover.  I never asked him though.  It didn't seem like a good idea. Hahaha