This is where I accidentally pulled the switcheroo on RatBat Bear this weekend. Coming back from the ballgame, I originally told him that this was the stop we wanted to get off… before realizing that I had my head up my arse, but unfortunately after the metro doors had already started closing. We were able to pull the Bear’s trusty sidekick back on to the metro, but were forced to leave him on the field of battle… alone. And for those of you familiar to DC, this is not the best place to be when you don’t know where you are.
All ended well as he was able to make his way to the next station where we were waiting for him – and he didn’t slug me which is always a good thing.