When we were compiling our weekly roundup of your comments this week, we couldn't help but notice that there was a whole lot of yakking about transit issues. Whether it was your overwhelming reaction to an interview with David Alpert regarding his map of Metro in 2030, applauding John Catoe's attempts to regulate buses' sloppy stopping, or begrudging upcoming Green and Yellow Line delays - it was the week to talk transportation.

So it's only fitting that our Comment of the Week comes from a Metro-based thread, even if it's one about sick people holding up the trains more often than we thought. To be honest, we couldn't decide between the mighty trio of Bethesdaist, drewinadamsmorgan, and OldPosterKnownAsCranky, respectively:

Bethesdaist: Isn't Metro's definition of "sick" awfully broad? Heart attack="sick", accidental beheading="sick", so drunk you pass out on the train="sick."

I know it would make my delays more entertaining at least if they announced something like "we've got a frat boy on the floor on the Red Line." The more you know.

drew: Metro is only taking the necessary precautions to prevent people from passing out and dying in the tunnels. The last thing they need is ghosts haunting the system. They have enough problems as it is with the doors malfunctioning, the brakes malfunctioning and miscellaneous (whatever that means).

Cranky: And I also want more info on the sick passenger designations. Because I want to know whether I should make snarky comments about some passenger who pukes on the train after reading the Express, or feel bad for a passenger who suffers a heart attack, or feel bad for fellow passengers if a passenger ate too much food basted in Olestra and is now having explosive and uncontrollable diarrhea.

That's some good work there. Whenever you can wrap Olestra-induced diarrhea into a comment about Metro, it's probably going to be in contention for high honors.

After the jump, more Metro talk - plus, Virginians and their love for Applebee's.

Photo by SCH00LED.

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jen209 is rightfully curious about the profundity of turkey thickets which host community meetings:

I'm sorry, this meeting was held at the Turkey Thicket Recreation Center? Is there really a turkey thicket in Northeast? What does a thicket of turkeys entail, exactly? Does the thicket get less ticket-y in November?

Inquiring minds want to know.

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Your grocery store allegiances make for some pretty entertaining reading, people. Our loyalty lies firmly with "whichever store is closest to us at any given point," but clearly, such proletarian sentiments are foreign in this town.

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Northern Virginia offered complimentary bus rides last week in order to remind folks that when the air gets tough to breathe, at least your bus ride will be free. But Virginia (probably not the whole state's comment, that would be amazing), is pretty apathetic:

I would use buses in Northern Virginia (where I live) a lot more often if it weren't for the fact that the schedules and routes suck. You can just never count on a bus coming along like you can (more or less) with the Metro. There are large swaths of the day with no service.

For all the talk about the the Dulles extension, etc., we could do a heck of a lot better with simple bus service if we made it frequent and reliable.

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Another comment about Virginians (stemming from a transit topic, of course). Take it away, Reid!

Virginians will not be happy until there is a 6 lane highway from each of their brick split level ramblers to their office park consulting jobs and back, with an exit each for Applebee's, the Relaxed Fit Dockers warehouse, and another Applebee's.

Of course, as long as I'm in the stereotyping game, I'll point out that District residents won't be happy until there are three Harris Teeters between their decrepit group house and their unpaid internship at Save the Baby Fruit Flies of East Madagascar.

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Good pizza is pretty expensive around these parts. But haven't any of you read Mike Licht's pizza price index post?

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Whole lotta frosting: Cupcakes abounded on Maryland Day - or, as McGillicutty renamed it (much more subtly, I might add):

they should call it "Check Out All of Our Fucking Cupcakes Day" if you ask me.

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First, hate crimes, and now sexual abuse. What exactly is in the water in Georgetown?

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The cry of the allergically-damned, by erincarly:

i love trees. really, i do. new baby trees make me happy. old, tall trees warm my heart. when i see newly cleared sections of land for [ugh] more mcmansions, i just want to find the developer and shake some sense into them. (and then laugh when all their soil gets washed away and their grass dies from lack of shade.)

/sigh

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IMGoph, professional meteorologist:

i predict the weather will be tomorrow.

i am weatherman, and so can you.

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TimmyTucker's suggested Nationals slogan:

The Washington Nationals: Baseball-wise, We're Almost As Good As A Team That Doesn't Exist Anymore!

Interestingly, if the Nats maintain their ratio of 1.49 ground balls to fly balls to lead the league, this will be the highest ratio since 2003....when the Montreal Expos had 1.54 ground balls to fly balls!

Just goes to show that you can take the baseball out of Montreal, but you can't take the Montreal out of baseball! GO EXPOS!!!

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You just know that when monkeyrotica starts breaking out meta-comments, the end of the world is almost nigh.

For every caveman commenting on the WTOP threads, there are three who just sniff at the keyboard and look puzzled as they hit the computer with their clubs and pieces of dead zebra while shrieking and jumping up and down.

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Awards, awards, awards.

This week's Avatar Award for Achievement in the Field of Avatars goes to Gordon, who probably knows the acceptable list of Q and not U words very, very well. (But seriously, no playing QAT on the triple word score. That's a recipe for an angry Scrabble opponent.)

And this week's Username of the Week is thewrongballoon, because there aren't any wrong balloons - just wrong people who carry them. Also, we have no idea what this refers to, so, congratulations. Confusing us always leads to good things for you. Congrats!