Rumor’s Disgusting Doorway

I love my new work hood, 19th and M Streets NW.

There are a great number of entertainment options just steps from my door. But stepping by Rumor’s door, I looked down and almost jumped off the sidewalk.

Just look at that gross-ass spillage from too many drunk Bob’s and Betty’s who can’t hold their Miller Lite. You’d think Rumors would have the decently to pressure clean the concrete. Or at least buy a bigger mat.

Do something, please, because those stains are just nasty, and are detrimental to my drinking experience.

This post appeared in its original form at DC Metblogs

Married, mortgaged, and soon to be a father, Wayan Vota is in the fast lane to mid-life respectability – until the day his brood finds his intimate journal of global traveling and curses him with the ever-eternal reply “I’m gonna be just like you, Dad!”

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