I mean, I certainly wouldn’t have remembered, but you probably would, as I am so much more important than you. Where you would go drive out the mere six spaces out to an empty spot in the near-desolate lot I just park here, half in the lane and the other half on the no-parking lines. Why would someone as glorious as me deign to walk those whole 10 steps farther when I could just plant by car here?
Don’t you wish you were as special as me?
This post appeared in its original form at DC Metblogs
Well I used to say something in my profile about not quite being a “tinker, tailor, soldier, or spy” but Tom stole that for our about us page, so I guess I’ll have to find another way to express that I am a man of many interests.
Hmm, guess I just did.
My tastes run the gamut from sophomoric to Shakespeare and in my “professional” life I’ve sold things, served beer, written software, and carried heavy objects… sometimes at the same place. It’s that range of loves and activities that makes it so easy for me to love DC – we’ve got it all.
