Not often you look out your window and see a port-a-potty flying through the air, right? Proof that we’re in DC, see long-standing theater Arena Stage (now under construction) and the Washington Monument in the background.
As if my day could not get any weirder, a gentleman entered our apartment building today and was nice enough to hold the elevator for us. We both pushed the button for the floor we needed, and then he asked,
“Hey, do I smell like shrimp?”
Am I being punked here? I mean, what the hell? But did I look him like he was a freak? Oh no, I said,
“Believe me, I can smell just about anything and you don’t smell like shrimp at all!”
“Ok, good, thanks,” he said.
No, sir. Thank you.
