Today we salute you, Mr. Bouncing-Hydraulics-Open-Laptop-with-Diplomatic-Plates Guy!
Most people abandoned the hoopty in the late-90s from whence they came. But not you. Your aging black caddy bounced at the light at Bank & M Streets as you plunked away on your laptop, nestled next to you in the middle of the leather bench seat. Your diplomatic tags proclaim, “I am untouchable!” as you wardrive through Georgetown, hydraulics pumping, searching for free wifi.
So as we pass you in a silver Ford Escort, we tip our hats to you, Mr. Bouncing Baby Diplomat. You don’t set trends, you extend them.
This post appeared in its original form at DC Metblogs
Tiffany Baxendell Bridge is an Internet enthusiast and an incurable smartass. When not heckling the neighborhood political scene on Twitter, she can be found goofing off with her ukulele, Bollywood dancing, or obsessing about cult TV. She is That Woman With the Baby In the Bar.
Tiffany lives in Brookland with her husband Tom, son Charlie, and two high-maintenance cats. Read why Tiffany loves DC.
