Lean on Me

 

An emergency phone stand in D.C. without the emergency phone. Doing great work there, trusted politicians.

In completely unrelated news, whilst we were in D.C., we got terribly lost trying to get to Senator Snowe's office. So lost that we put our fate in the hands of teenage pages working in the senate. Desperation had impaired our judgement and apparently, we were not in good hands. The page had to ask another little page. And then she started grilling us on where we were from. She was delighted to find out that we were a college group, and instead of letting us run off to the meeting we were late for, she kept on asking questions about where the Bo' was and whether we liked the school. A very curious and persistent page. I hope she fits in well at college.

In still completely unrelated news, I rode the bus today! The bus driver appeared to be an aspiring DJ. He had a smooth voice, a sympathetic story (he was just explaining why we arrived in Portland early, but I swear, it made me want to vote for him for something) and gave his announcements with dramatic flair, declaring that today's in-bus movie was Stranger Than (poignant pause) Fiction, "or, if you are on black ice, Stranger than (pause) Friction." So he's no comedian. But I hope I hear him again on the radio some day. On a boring side note (isn't this entire entry a boring side note?), I thoroughly enjoyed Stranger than Fiction. I hadn't watched such a likable movie in awhile. It felt especially good after a few days of bumming around and perhaps watching back episodes of The Hills... I couldn't help it. Gak talked about it so much that I got curious, though it really turned out as bad as I thought it would be.

By the by, the Band Man has strong feelings about Bob Dole and I have a naturalization ceremony this week.