Barb’s Burblings

I met up with a couple of friends to see Julie & Julia on Tuesday night. Since we were coming from three different directions, we decided to just meet at the top of a Metro escalator. Once we were all there, we paused to chat a bit, figure out where to eat, etc. As we talked, I noticed a yellow cone (you know, like those “Wet Floor” contes) flying through the air. I looked over and saw a kid yelling at another. At first, we all figured that it was just some kids fooling around…though it’s risky to throw a cone like that at the top of a Metro escalator during rush hour.

It was when the cone was quickly followed by a backpack–a backpack that hit me on the butt, thank you–and the shouting quickly turned into tussling that we realized that these kids weren’t fooling around. And quickly hightailed it out of there, noticing the arrival of the police. Who stuck around for quite some time, as they were still hanging around when we finished dinner.

All of this is to say that in addition to my legs that are sore after doing lunges the other night, my butt also hurts. It’s just not pleasant. Thanks, hoodlums!