Now that’s a bad day
It is a hot and steamy summer afternoon in DC. The temperature is north of 90F in the shade, and sticky, sweaty humid. You are covered head to toe, Muslim woman style, and you’re pulling a large suitcase with a big purse over your shoulder.
What might you be thinking of doing just then?
This, I doubt would be your first choice of action – walking the wrong way down M Street, in M Street, towards Wisconsin Avenue, sweat pouring down your face cursing cars with your really bad attitude.
There was some dude this morning while I was on my way to work pulling the same thing, only instead of a suitcase, he had a cart full of Cosi. And instead of pulling the dolly up onto the sidewalk, he just continued in the street, blocking my lane.
I was tempted to crush him.
And yet, I resisted.