Like my Dad used to caution me, when it’s raining, you wear a raincoat. He didn’t mean a real raincoat, of course. Southerners speak in metaphor and I knew what he meant.
Someone apparently found it necessary to don a raincoat over on E Street NW. I suppose there are less romantic places to get busy than near the homeless shelter but I certainly haven’t been forward enough to bring anyone there.
To the guy who hit it and his lucky female and/or male companion: Thank you for picking up after yourself, at least for the contents of the wrapper. Next time, though, even in the heat of the moment, in the throes of your E Street passion, please take the time to pick up the wrapper. It will show that special someone that chivalry is still alive.
This post appeared in its original form at DC Metblogs
