Here’s a bit of entertainment to get you through the gloomy afternoon — a tipster draws our attention to this Craigslist missed connection, which I think we can all relate to, yes?

For those of you with less than perfect vision, it reads:

Dear personal space:
I used to have you, sometimes, on the Metro. Now you are a missed connection.
You exist in a realm which extends (if I’m lucky) about 3-4 inches from my corpus.
Lately, you’ve really been slimming down.
Whether you let someone’s hair blow up into my nose, invite someone’s armpit to stretch out on my ear, or allow a closing door to snap on my jacket, you seem to be evading me.
Most of the time, I find you missing while I’m riding between Ballston and Rosslyn during the rush.
Its like, whenever the train gets packed you just bail on me. Seriously, WTF?
If anyone else has seen my personal space, please, please bring it back to me. This is easier than it seems.
But I realize, as much as I dearly miss my own personal space, I’m not the only one who’s lost it.
So, WMATA, help me out:
Get rid of the old cars with those stupid plastic barriers by the doors, run more trains, (safely) run them faster, build faster to Dulles, etc.
Seriously, ppl, this isn’t Tokyo. We can do this.

Ah, if only enforcing social convention and fixing the multitudes of problems with WMATA was that simple, my friend; if only.