Mostly Semantics

It’s weird. I own more than two weeks worth of Duke tshirts, and I have a Duke hoodie I wear all the time when it’s weather appropriate, and sometimes when it’s not. But I have not had a particularly hard time living here in DC with people who have had a problem with Duke. However, on Saturday, I had a couple of run-ins with interesting people with comments on my hoodie. And by interesting, I mean, a group was strange, and the other was the ultimate in douchebaggery.

I had to go to Wachovia on P St to deposit a check, and so I was walking along the street, listening to the Jesus and Mary Chain (not as good as Air to listen to while walking, but I like it), and I saw a group of people with a grill, a table of food, and a few tables of books, dvds, cds, and a variety of other items. However, there were quite a few people out there, and a couple of them seemed to be somewhat excited about my sweatshirt. Possibly over-excited. Either way, I sort of got a little embarrassed (you never really know if they were taking offense or what), and I rushed on to the bank. After finishing there, I checked my phone and realized that I had missed a call from the Vermonstrous (should it be the?), so I called and started walking back, which would take me by the garage sale again. I didn’t finish the conversation before I got back there, but the garage sale people were again very excited, and I noticed one of them had a camera. And she took a picture of me. I have very few pictures of me. Although I did get a nice one from a friend a couple of days ago, but I have very few. However, now some random person who lives on P St NW has a picture of me. At least one of them was singing the Duke fight song, another was booing, and I don’t know what the hell else. It was very strange.

After going in to work (what the call was sort of about), I was walking back to the metro with Matthew Barney Gumble, and standing along Wisconsin waiting for the light to change so we could cross. And this silver boxy SUV runs the light right in front of me, and I see him staring me down as he pulls by, and then he gives me the finger. I’m, of course, shocked, until I remember my sweatshirt, and then I look at the SUV again. It has a vanity plate. YANKEES. And the plates were obviously Maryland plates. And he was a typical fratboy with a backwards baseball cap. After going past me, he pulls up to the next intersection and doesn’t stop before turning right on red. Which is illegal. So. Basically, he’s just about everything I hate. Maryland fan? Check. Yankees fan? Check. Vanity license plate owner? Check. SUV that gets probably 12 miles to the gallon? Check. Runs red lights? Check. Fratboy? Check. Gives the finger to a random person standing on the side of the street for no reason other than he’s far smarter than you? Checkmate. I salute you, Douchebag in an SUV. You’ve truly made it hard for me to think of anything else you could have done that could make me less impressed with your ability to think rationally.

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