If a young lady is to live in a city for several years, she invariably finds herself in situations that may, er, expose her to elements of an unsavory nature.

But in all my sixteen years as a DC resident,
today is the first day that I’ve actually been flashed.

There I was, daydreaming on the 14th Street bus after work. I can be a tad oblivious to the world around me and so was really not intending to stare out the window, but I found myself looking out at the corner of 14th & L, making inadvertent eye contact with a gentleman sitting at the bus shelter.

Before I could right my mistake,
he slowly stood up and very casually…
whipped…
it…
out…
as the bus pulled away.

Ah yes. City living.
I feel like I’ve finally arrived.