The setup: Vermont Avenue and L. About 1:30 p.m. Me, hands full of various food items from four different places because it’s just that kind of day. Coming out of store with two bottles of diet Mountain Dew to make it through the afternoon. Important to note that I wore a wrap dress and knee high black boots today.
I’m at the corner trying to balance it all. A car pulls up. Gray, nondescript kinda car like a Taurus or something. Two older guys. I should mention when the car pulls up, I’d just dropped a bag and I was doing that and adjusting my boot zipper, which had come down.
“How much?” he said.
I looked at him blankly.
“I’m sorry? What?”
At this point … I’m so confused because in my hands are four different bags, all with one item each, and I’m about to drop my entire lunch contents all over the sidewalk.
“Oh!” I said and looked toward my right hand and lifted the bottle of diet Mountain Dew. “It’s $1.50. You can get it at Vermont International.”
I walked away.
I don’t think that’s what they were asking for, really.
But this did teach me four things today:
1. Carry a dirty hippie sack with me at all times so I can package my lunch into one. Trying to balance more than I can carry is inconvenient and messy. Better yet, just effing bring your lunch from home.
2. Multi-stop lunches were OK in Charleston when everything just went into the car and then back to work. “Stoner lunch,” as we called it, was a fun treat when there wasn’t one specific thing you want.
3. I’m too helpful. I think nothing of giving people directions, handing them a dollar, telling people where they can pick up a Metro and what time the Nationals play today.
4. I apparently look like a total prostitute. I’m not sure if that’s a pro or a con.
I love this place.