Hi all.  I hope your Monday was at least bearable.  I just wanted to share a little something that I witnessed on my way home from work today.

I was on the D.C. Metro (Red Line to Shady Grove for all you locals), and it was pretty quiet except for two guys chatting, maybe three rows in front of me.  From what I gathered, they knew each other somehow through mutual friends, but were acquaintances at best.  (Yes, I had nothing better to do while sitting there than eavesdrop on a conversation).  They talked for a while about whatever, and then the one dude asked the other one where he was from originally.  When he said "Pittsburgh," the guy who asked the question lit up like a Christmas tree.  "Really?!  Me too!  Where did you go to school?  What brought you to D.C.?  Blah blah blah..."

In the meantime, as soon as I realized that this priceless connection between the two was now exposed, my internal clock started ticking.  Wait for it.  Wait for it.  Wait for it.  Bang.  One minute later:

"How 'bout them Stillers!!!"

For the next three stops until they parted ways, they rehashed the Super Bowl, the team, and how much they hated the Browns.  They both hopped off the train before I did, so I didn't get a chance to say anything in passing, but words were not needed.

Pretty insignificant?  Yes.  But highlight of my Monday thus far?  Yes, until 24 comes on tonight.  (There's only one person on this planet who could make Jack Bauer cry like a little girl.  It starts with a "D" and ends with an "eebo.")