Carol’s husband is a jerk

Before the show on Friday night, my darling girlfriend and I had sat down and were having a little in-the-chair picnic. With about fifteen minutes to go before curtain there were a fair number of people walking around looking for groups of seats big enough for their party. One such pair was a gentleman fellow and his lady, Carol. I know her name was Carol because when she didn’t agree to stop where he wanted her to in order to hold a group of seats he bellowed, angrily and at the top of his voice, “TAKE THE SEATS, CAROL.” I can only imagine what a delight he must be over more weighty disagreements.

While the universe apparently gave Carol the short end of the stick, it does sometimes get delicious payback on other jerks. A woman today at the Occaquan Arts Festival who yelled in the face of her companions “well I’m certainly not going like THIS” probably wasn’t referring to the two feet of napkin she was dragging around on her heel for about twenty feet before she noticed, but it fits. If you’re reading this, ma’am, yes, that guy behind you laughing out loud was laughing at you.

This post appeared in its original form at DC Metblogs

Well I used to say something in my profile about not quite being a “tinker, tailor, soldier, or spy” but Tom stole that for our about us page, so I guess I’ll have to find another way to express that I am a man of many interests.

Hmm, guess I just did.

My tastes run the gamut from sophomoric to Shakespeare and in my “professional” life I’ve sold things, served beer, written software, and carried heavy objects… sometimes at the same place. It’s that range of loves and activities that makes it so easy for me to love DC – we’ve got it all.


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