It is a hot and steamy summer afternoon in DC. The temperature is north of 90F in the shade, and sticky, sweaty humid. You are covered head to toe, Muslim woman style, and you’re pulling a large suitcase with a big purse over your shoulder.
What might you be thinking of doing just then?
This, I doubt would be your first choice of action – walking the wrong way down M Street, in M Street, towards Wisconsin Avenue, sweat pouring down your face cursing cars with your really bad attitude.
This post appeared in its original form at DC Metblogs