I’ve had my first week of training at a branch of the business on Broadway, the main thoroughfare of Capitol Hill. That’s not where I’ll be once training is over with, but it’s been an entertaining week, and in some ways, I’m going to miss being able to wander up and down Broadway on my breaks. Some of the random encounters that go on can be fun.
Walking along the street during lunch, I’m approached by one of the many street denizens. He opens his spiel for money with, “Hey there, sir — you look like a fellow American.” “Yes, I am,” I reply, and walk past him and across the intersection.
A ten minute conversation with another person about my leather trenchcoat. His was cooler, of course, up until it got stolen out of his closet at a party. But mine was still pretty cool.
Passing one guy as I walked along, he asked if I could spare some change. “Sorry, man.” The next guy along, just a few feet over, heard the exchange. As I passed him — “Spare an apology?”
Watching a woman walk up to a pay phone and make call. “Hey, Jen? Yeah, it’s Kerry. I just got out of jail!”