They're Here...

A new city is scary, it’s thrilling, its stunning…but if you are going to be a train wreck, there’s no reason we can’t have some fun at your expense.

Most of these lovely interns don’t go to school in a city, which explains a bit about the following SI’s seen and heard on my way to work:

Converse sneakers and business pants holding nothing more than a notepad with a huge DC map sticking out of it.
“Can you tell me where K Street is?” she asked. We were standing on 19th and L, NW.

Now I could have rolled with this if she was standing on Penn desperately searching for J Street, but this was not the case. Take a looksie down the block, if you see the letter “M”, you can be sure you are going in the wrong direction because, for the convenience of you lovely SI’s, we have both LETTERED AND NUMBERED THE STREETS. You are holding a map and standing in a grid…life skills.

A pale red-head in a sleeveless dress, her brand new Nine West “office heels” already digging blisters into her feet as she dashes through the rain. Her hair was frizzing, her computer bag was slipping off her shoulders, and she was two seconds away from throwing herself into oncoming traffic on Thomas Circle. Hot mess.

Escalator rules: stand on the right, walk on the left. Perhaps WMATA should print a sign to post at all Metro stations in May and June. Why must a pack of Hill-bound SI’s playing dress-up in sport coats and Hillary suits linger on the left?