D.C. is so weird. I'm really still adjusting to things like this.
This morning I come into work (somewhat sickly, I might add) to find lots of bustling in the entryway.
Upon greeting my co-worker, she informs me that the conservative thinktank a few floors above us is hosting none other than Dick Cheney. We all think of terribly subversive things, like posting flyers in the elevators that say "Dick Cheney is a war criminal" and whatnot (nothing more than that, actually) but decide that none of us were planning on risking tangles with the secret service for something so minor. Ah, well. We were threatened with being frisked upon re-entering our workplace. In practice, it meant that the building and a two-block radius around it were crawling with cops, who promptly motorcaded all around when I left to meet up with Elly. As I exited the elevator, it was clear that the presence of my nose-ring gave pause to many security personnel nearby. I could see them asking themselves, "How did HE get in here?" So I sneered and left, and got a vegan empanada, and watched the cops frustrate pedestrians and commuters alike.
I swear someone was assigned to simply hang out in the men's bathroom for several hours. It's never been so busy in there.
What a strange place indeed.
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