A shameless plug for attention (or, PTSD is a DC Blog)Scene: The little courtyard underneath the Watergate Hotel in Washington. Who knew there were a Safeway and a CVS and a Bottle shop there, eh? Underneath the famous Watergate Hotel. I didn't.
Date and Time: Friday evening, just before 8pm.
People: Me and four other people who had gone to Safeway to get some food to tide us over through the 3-hour long "Afrosalsa" thing at the Kennedy Centre we had gone to see.
What happened: We were standing in the courtyard when a man (with a dark suit and a red bow-tie) walked briskly into the bottle shop right next to where we were standing. He was accompanied by another man.
Me: Hey, was that the Mayor?
Someone: Yes, it did look like him. But, isn't he in South Africa? I read that last week, I think.
Someone else: Yes, it was him. Didn't you see the tie?
He walks out of the bottle shop and goes into the Chinese restaurant next door.
Everyone: Yes, it was him. Let's go say Hello.
Someone: Ask him what he's doing now that he's back from his international trips. Is he actually going to work?
Someone: What do mayors do anyway?
Someone else: Or, ask him what he's doing about crime in the city.
In the end, we walk off without doing any of those things. I think none of us were actually DC voters (maybe one?).
So, there yous go. I was hoping to be interviewed by the major news media for this sighting but, alas, it was not to be. Or, hasn't happened yet. It's not too late, major news media--do email me.