My friend Brian shared this with me today, which made me think of a couple stories I’d like to share. With you. Right now.
In the fall of 2007, my brother was an intern for a US Senator from Montana in Washington, D.C. He was living in a house with two roommates, one of whom was a family friend we’d known for years. The family friend, who we’ll call Alison, is stunningly beautiful and sweet. She also has incredible dark brown, curly hair that everyone in their right mind notices and admires. (This information will be important later).
The following are some of my favorite stories from Peter’s time in DC, as I remember them. I have also included some random photos from Washington to set the mood.
One time Pete saw two elderly women get into a yelling fight across the street from each other, which escalated to the point that one of them reached into her plastic shopping bag and yelled, “Oh yeah? You know what? I got something for ya. I got something for ya right here!” as she pulled out… a table lamp. As Peter realized it wasn’t a gun and his heart slowed a bit, the woman started waving the lamp over her head and walking toward her opponent. I believe this is when my brother turned down a side street.
Another time, Pete was walking into the Metro station to go to work one morning and a man on the street asked him for money. Pete replied honestly that he didn’t have any, but then, feeling bad, mumbled something along the lines of, “But I’ll probably have some change later, when I come back.” He had no idea that the very same man would be waiting in the very same place that evening, almost 12 hours later, when Pete walked out of the Metro station to go home after a long day of work. The guy looked at him and said, “Where’s my change, man?”
Pete’s house didn’t have a washer and dryer, so he had to go to a laundromat to wash his clothes. Once, he watched a man come into the laundromat from the street, open a dryer full of someone else’s clothes and pee into the open dryer. Then he zipped up, closed the door, and left. This story haunts me to this day, as I don’t have a washer and dryer in my current apartment and have to use a laundromat.
One of my favorite stories, though, involved Pete and Alison walking on a main street near their house when a woman drove by, rolled down her car window, and yelled out the window to Alison, “OOOH girl you got good hair!”
In November of that year, my dad and I went to visit Peter in DC. The three of us were walking along the same street where Alison’s hair was so aggressively complimented, when a woman came up next to us at a crosswalk and said, “I like your little jacket, Miss Lady.” I was wearing my rain jacket at the time (see photo) and I was in the middle of a conversation, so I ignored the woman, assuming she couldn’t possibly be talking to me.
As the light turned green and we started to walk away from her, she yelled after my brother, “Tell her… Tell her I like her little jacket!” Pete turned around and said “Thank you!” and then hit me on the arm, explaining that I should respond to people on the street who compliment me.