I don’t think that means…

…what you think it means.

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Whose convenience would that be?, courtesy of Me

You’ll have to click through to read it, but this Pentagon City meter I stopped at yesterday in order to go into the Costco (I’d rather pay to park on the street than deal with that free nightmare of a parking lot) says the following:

4 MINUTES FOR EACH NICKEL
8 MINUTES FOR EACH DIME
20 MINUTES FOR EACH QUARTER
FOR CONVENIENCE $1.00 GIVES 30 MINUTES

I guess everyone needs a bailout plan.

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.

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