A Shining Beacon in Foggy Bottom
Friday, after my lovely afternoon at Fort McNair, I returned to the office and had to run an errand to get a particular piece of equipment from the nearest Home Depot. I found the Rhode Island Ave. location and got quick pointers to the Metro and off I went.
First I have to say: nice Metro DC! Carpeted, cell phone reception, AIR CONDITIONING! (It’s really not a dry heat out here.) Plus all the travelers are so polite, standing on the right of the escalators, waiting to the sides of the doors to let folks out before moving all the way into the center of the car. I’m really impressed!
So I got out to Home Depot, which was luckily close to the station, and the item I need is not available for sale because the sales rep is gone for the day. He leaves at 3:00pm (it was about 6:00.) I’m standing there going “Are you FRAKKING kidding me?” I need to spend about $350 on a specific thing (a Hilti Laser Range Meter for crying out loud) And the Hilti sales rep is the only guy with a key to unlock all his miracle treasures to sell to us common people. There was no way for me to part with $350. Crap and damn. So I schlep back to the Metro and exit at my stop: “Foggy Bottom”
Second I have to say: Any city that has a neighborhood called “Foggy Bottom” is okay by me. And that it turns out to be my stop? Even better.
Follow me after the jump for the Shining Beacon…
Well, I was still a bit cranky after my disappointing Home Depot adventure, not to mention very hot and very sticky, and I was about to go back to my hotel and order up some room service. Now, I’m being put at a fab hotel and I’m getting per diem, but the room service is P R I C E Y and I’m trying to save money, so I can’t decide if I just go, have a quick shower, then dress and go out to find a place to eat, or just suck up the cost and stay in. My dogs are barking and I really want to stay in. As I’m debating this in my head, I notice people walking toward me with Trader Joe’s bags. Duuuuuuuuuuuuuuude! No Way! I stop the the third person I see “WHERE IS THE TRADER JOE’S!?!? I mean, ahem, excuse me Miss, where is the TJ’s?” 25th and M, a mere block and a half from my hotel….heaven. And there it was,
in all its glory. I bought a few snacks, fruit and some wine and a reusable bag to take it to my room with. I felt right at home (we have two TJ’s within about 2 miles of our house in LA) and knew what I wanted and then got in line. Holy cow that was a long line, but it moved quickly and soon I was in my room, drinking a glass of Big House Red and eating Cheese Puffs (1/2 the fat!). Thanks Foggy Bottom Trader Joe’s! Thanks for saving my Friday!