Overheard on metro:
Via cell phone, a parent dutifully tries to prepare the disorganized teen for the day:
"You have no money? I have money with me, but that won't do you any good. Go into Grandma's room and get her purse. It's better than an ATM."
Overheard on metro:
Via cell phone, a parent dutifully tries to prepare the disorganized teen for the day:
"You have no money? I have money with me, but that won't do you any good. Go into Grandma's room and get her purse. It's better than an ATM."
When riding this city's fine transportation system, please do not:
- Nochalantly amble up to the closing door of a crowded car and use your belly to wedge your way in. You risk getting us all offloaded and late to work (including your self-important self)
- Use rush hour as the time to figure out how to work a scarce blue smarttrip machine. Some of us need to fill our cards quickly in order to catch a bus 14 stops away – and being late means standing out in the rain for a half hour. If I get pneumonia, I will cough on you in a CDC-unapproved fashion the next time our paths meet.
If you're submitting a text message to the jumbotron during a Caps game, in front of thousands, make sure it's your best work.
To wit:
Roses are red
Violets are blue
Ovi is a beast
I love you mom
What, praytell, do flowers have to do with a child's love for a parent and the beastliness of the Great 8? Holy unclear linkages, batman.
For a traditional poem, it doesn't rhyme, and it's not quite weird enough to pass as modern or experimental.
In contrast:
Julie wants wings and I want Varly.
Now there's a lot of story packed into 7 words.
When I lived in maryland, my virginian friends would continually chide me about the superiority of their commonwealth.
Now, as a resident, I know the reason why: wine in the grocery stores.
It's what's for dinner (and breakfast), fellow southerners.
