A nice day brings just about anyone out. The temperature can be gauged by counting the number of loiterers in front of the liquor store near my office. Or, the number of tourists who are hopeless lost in the search for their hotel. Or, the number of guys on a daily basis parked in front of the entrance to the CVS saying God Bless You to the people who didn’t give them their spare change.
Lunchtime is the real menagerie of personalities. The other day I saw two Korean nuns (one wearing a wedding ring), a young kid dressed like a page boy off an old movie set, and what I thought to a be a woman who was an African national, a diplomat of sorts. She had a very tall hat on that flared out at the top and wore a business suit. On the corner of Vermont and K Street, I wondered if she was going to the White House. She looked dressed for an affair more than a business meeting.
At lunch today, I saw Angry White Cornrows Guy again, looking like he was stewing in what I have diagnosed as perpetual anger, a trait in contradiction to his flourescent pink hat. The strangest sight was the lady wearing shoes that were about two sizes too big for her. Which may explain why she walked by dragging her back foot up to the point where her other foot had stopped after she stepped forward. Like there was an invisible force that kept her right foot from ever moving further. Did she just learn how to walk wrong all these years? I thought she was trying to avoid cracks in the sidewalk until I noticed she wasn’t looking down. In the end, I had to chalk it up to her trying to learn how to walk with a new peg leg. Arrrgghhh!!!