I had a small, holiday party event last night that I was photographing in DC for the yoga studio where I take a lot of their website photos and teacher portraits. I figured I’d ride into DC via metro because driving and parking in the District can be a major pain in the butt.
Matt dropped me off at the metro station and I waited impatiently for the train to arrive. Once it did, I got on and noticed the car I was on was mostly empty except for two young men on it (could have been teenagers maybe?). I had a slight gut feeling that maybe I should go to another car where there was a woman, but instead I shrugged the feeling off and sat down.
Not 30 seconds later I hear a knock on the window and look up to see it’s the train driver (when they get to the end of a line, the drivers switch out). He motioned me to get off the train, which I did because I thought maybe this train was not going to be running.
But turns out that wasn’t the case.
He told me that I should switch cars on the train because I was the only female on the car I was on and that there were two young men on it. For my safety he said, I should get on a car where there is at least one other female. “I would tell my own daughter or wife the same thing,” he added.
I found another car on the train where a female was sitting and thanked him for being so kind and caring.
I guess next time I should listen to my gut feeling.