An act of supreme silliness on Metro yesterday:
Denim and corduroy dropped to the carpet of dozens of Metro trains on the Red Line just after 4 p.m. yesterday, exposing a fleshy forest of goose-pimpled, sun-starved shanks. About 100 riders put their pants into their bags and commuted wearing nonchalance and not much else.
In cotton panties and colorful boxers, pants-free people of all ages and waist sizes mixed with perplexed residents, amused tourists and a horde of Georgetown basketball fans on their way from Verizon Center.
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About 4:15, half went north on the Red Line, and the other half went south. “Your undie-pants better be pretty!” yelled a Metro employee outside the south exit. “Keep it cute and clean!”
On the trains, the pants came off. Cameras flashed. Riders giggled. A seated, fur coat-wearing woman got a face full of derriere during the disrobing. “Spandex,” she uttered gravely and turned her head.
“If you see something suspicious on a Metro train, say something to an employee,” came the message over the public-address system. Ashley Miller and Patrick Coble, tourists from Raleigh, N.C., were delighted when they were swept up in a flock of skivvies at Metro Center.
“I’ll definitely move here if people just take their pants off,” said Miller, 24.
“Do they do a topless ride?” asked Coble, 43.
Heh.
