He was riding on a red motor scooter covered with yellow question marks down River Road, because of course he was. What, did you think he was not going to do that?
(not my picture; when I saw him he was in a comparatively normal suit)
My brother and I waved at him, and he lit up like a clown on duty, waving broadly and sticking his tongue out. Talk about class acts! So, so fun! I've never seen Mr. Lesko out and about, so now I feel like a proper DC-er (other r-q's: vacationing at Ocean City/Delaware's Beachy Mile, deciding that you'll root for BOTH the Nationals and the Orioles, realizing that DC/Maryland* is a synecdoche of America). It totally made up for that horrible employee of Balducci's giving me (I know, ME) the stink-eye when I--get this--TOOK A FREE SAMPLE OFF OF A FREE SAMPLE TRAY. She said that she had some spiel that was supposed to go along with it, so I shouldn't have been so grabby, and also, the sample in question was wine (so again, perhaps I was too grabby, it being a controlled substance and all).
BUT, in my defense, 1) she was not manning the station when I approached, which naturally engendered confusion vis a vis protocol/procedure as to what should be taken and what shouldn't (I even shrugged my shoulders as if to say "I guess it's OK to take this, because there's no one here to tell me not to or to examine my ID; I am, as far every bit of information that this situation is providing me suggests, proceeding in the expected manner") AND 2) when I saw her approaching I immediately brandished my ID to prove that the 0.02 ounces of wine in the "cup" (barely big enough to hold a small bit of spit in) was, for me, legally consumable. There was no need, therefore, to give me a look like I had just snotted all over the vegetables and then launched into a five minute disquisition on why that was an unequivocal good.
So and then Sunday. I saw my red-headed cousin Kelly (she had on a "Panic! At the Disco" shirt on and talked about her upcoming study-abroad to Russia (yay Kells!)), ate a muffuletta, and watched tunza "The Mighty Boosh." My brother was complaining about the weekend he had: he had to go to Balducci's (he is more a "sports guy") and then spend Sunday at his grandparents' (he is fourteen), but my weekend was really...pretty great.
*DC is Maryland. Back me up on this ppls!
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