There's nothing like starting a morning by having multiple people--strangers, mind you--tell you that you look tired. As I trudged into the Metro station this morning, the guy handing out copies of the Express (who isn't exactly a stranger; I mean, I do see him every day) said "Morning" and I said hello back and he asked how I was. Per usual, I said, "Good" and he goes, "You know, you look tired." Swell. Standing behind him was a woman handing out fliers about the Purple Line who chimed in with, "Yeah, you do look tired." Great. Thanks.
It's much less interesting than yesterday, when I was walking to my car in the apartment parking lot to find a woman standing right in the middle of the parking lot, doing stretches. Totally bizarre. As I got into my car, I saw her get picked up. So apparently she was simply waiting for her ride. She was complemented later in the day by the guy who was standing at the entrance to a parking garage, also doing stretches. Was yesterday National Stretching Day and nobody told me? Or is stretching how people celebrate Flag Day?
In other news, the Army redesigned their uniforms. I just want to point out that these are way less sexy than the old ones. Because, you know, it's the sexiness of the uniform that's important.
Also, I'm a bit disturbed by this story. Well, really, it's the picture that's upsetting. Looks like Rasputin was endowed with more than just a persuasive manner.
Current song in my head:
"Waltz for Eva and Che" from Evita