OY! Its tourist season in DC!

I ventured out at lunch today since it was so warm outside and I missed my tanning opportunity at good ol’ Casa del Sol last night because every girl in DC decided its time to break out the skirts and tank tops and the Casper look doesn’t fare well with that. I tool the Red from Farragut North to Cleveland Park. Low and behold a “small group” of tourists got off the train, and like every good tourist does, didn’t stand to the right on the escalator and stopped at the top of the elevator because they didn’t know where they were going. (Imagine that- HA)I maneuvered myself around them and escaped to the second escalator (which is pretty long and steep) before I ended up being stuck again for a 5 minute ride up the world’s slowest moving stairway. I made it out in record timing granted I had “touristas” in my way.

I walked over to the tanning salon for what I like to refer to “the best 8 minutes of my day” and scorched myself (not literally) and then headed back to work.

On my return trip, it was a madhouse. Had I had to deal with all the children that were arriving then I may have just started screaming out loud. My first encounter down the long escalator was a hoard of children literally taking up more than half the escalator with hardly any parental supervision. All the “RICHIES” must have gathered the rugrats together and hired two nannies to watch the brats during spring break. (Tip: there are other places to go than the zoo, which are more educational, considering the zoo just isn’t what it used to be when I was little). This whole thing was somewhat overwhelming until my head shaking was interrupted by the mother yelling “HABIB, hold on to the handle, HOLD ON TO THE HANDLE!” “We will all have a safer ride if you just hold on to the handle, HABIB!” Um, yeah, little “HABIB” was not listening. Now I am not a parent but had I not listened to my mother when I was “HABIB’s” age she would have risked her own life and whipped her Dr. Scholl’s sandal off and beaten my ass. (Somewhere down the line she realized this was better than a wooden spoon and more portable as well)

Ah….alas – DC in the springtime. Thank you TRIPADVISOR for naming DC as one of the TOP 10 Vacation spots of the week.

~S~

Please don’t fornicate on the CHRO.

I came into work this morning (almost on time), was stopped by the receptionist, who so kindly gave me the message that I was being summoned at 9:03 AM to make international calls to patch through to my boss. After I took care of that, I proceeded to do my normal activities -Myspace, Hotmail, WTOP, checked on my Kate Spade.com order and Craigslist. WHOA – low and behold as I am scrolling down and amusing myself with the newly posted MC’s I came across this “eye-catching” title-You fucked me on the Orange/Blue Line. – 26, as seen at the following page (http://washingtondc.craigslist.org/mis/150111844.html). Of course, I am going to look (anyone would). That is pretty ballsy and I wanted to try to ponder how it was possible. So I read it and am slightly disturbed by this incident. The CHRO' is gross and dirty – and then to say they came on the other person’s face is just wrong. How the hell did you leave the train with the face mask plastered to your face, let alone clean up your mess (Handkerchief aside – how old was this person and what happened to the used handkerchief). I should probably stop while I ahead rather than get into what the poor CHRO’ employee was probably thinking as they were cleaning the car later (ifs it possible that it really happens?)

I am still wondering if this is man and woman or man and man. Any thoughts?

Happy Tuesday!
~S~