Pro-Lunch
Today I had the misfortune to have lunch in Chinatown. Normally this is kind of a highlight for me because I get to go to the Chipotle and have an enormous burrito and a giant coke with 5 limes in it.
However, today the streets of our fair city were mobbed with people, mostly catholic school kids and their parents and priests, from other cities. All of them carrying protest signs saying that they were pro-life. Many of them were not even old enough to vote, but they had an opinion, and their opinionated swarm was all up in Chipotle around the corner. It would have taken me an hour just to go through the line. So I went to Blimpie hoping that they wouldn't know it existed as it was down a non-major street and not very visible. But alas, they were in there too. However, there was not an enormous line, so I braved it and ate lunch with the protesting children.
I put in my headphones, closed my eyes and ate my sandwich, pretending they didn't exist. As each song ended their cacophony reminded me they were there.
After my emotionally draining lunch I went to meetings and then took the metro down to Southeast and had more meetings and then headed back.
Only to be caught in the swarm again. This time it was after five, all the Senate and House offices had closed and they were being herded out to the Capitol South station. Thankfully I ran into a friend and we talked about coat hangers, Paganism and gay sex. It helped to alleviate the tension of having to look at sidewalk trash bins filled with anti-abortion banners and placards.
This is the one major downside to living in DC. All that freedom of speech comes knocking down your door and dragging you out into the street.
You can not have an abortion all you want.
I just want a burrito.
However, today the streets of our fair city were mobbed with people, mostly catholic school kids and their parents and priests, from other cities. All of them carrying protest signs saying that they were pro-life. Many of them were not even old enough to vote, but they had an opinion, and their opinionated swarm was all up in Chipotle around the corner. It would have taken me an hour just to go through the line. So I went to Blimpie hoping that they wouldn't know it existed as it was down a non-major street and not very visible. But alas, they were in there too. However, there was not an enormous line, so I braved it and ate lunch with the protesting children.
I put in my headphones, closed my eyes and ate my sandwich, pretending they didn't exist. As each song ended their cacophony reminded me they were there.
After my emotionally draining lunch I went to meetings and then took the metro down to Southeast and had more meetings and then headed back.
Only to be caught in the swarm again. This time it was after five, all the Senate and House offices had closed and they were being herded out to the Capitol South station. Thankfully I ran into a friend and we talked about coat hangers, Paganism and gay sex. It helped to alleviate the tension of having to look at sidewalk trash bins filled with anti-abortion banners and placards.
This is the one major downside to living in DC. All that freedom of speech comes knocking down your door and dragging you out into the street.
You can not have an abortion all you want.
I just want a burrito.