Friday, August 22, 2008

A city where people know where they are going.

If you're bad at finding your way, you need a guide in this city. Luckily, my third middle name ("GPS") is serving me well.

You think the quarters in DC are confusing? Try ninths. NINTHS, mother f*ckers. NINTHS. I live in NE. But there is also N, NW, Center, W, E, SW, (S, SE = one section that's extra wide). Try figuring that one out.

Or try parking here (thanks to zipcar I've had this experience). The signs read, "No parking north of here." I wonder if they reduce parking fines if you seriously thought west was in front of the sign, not behind it.
A lot of the locals look pretty lost, but I don't think it has anything to do with the layout of the city.

Wednesday, August 6, 2008

Topics of conversation at a family farewell dinner

Things you'll only ever hear an 80-year-old grandmother say nonchalantly at dinner:

"Guess what I took as a souvenir from the police station today?"

I really can't wait until I'm old enough to make stealing (even if it was only a pen) from the police acceptable.