23 April 2008

A day in Adams Morgan

Nothing says class like huffing on your cigarette in the middle of a crowded toddler playground.

Nice.

5 comments:

mysterygirl! said...

Sorry, Cuff. Next time I'll stick to the dog park.

Lonnie Bruner said...

God, I don't miss it. Not to mention all the latest spree of crime down there. All I've got now is my junkie neighbor doing the heroin lean every morning.

Washington Cube said...

I always loved that scene in the movie Body Heat where William Hurt is out jogging and stops to light up. That scene, or the scene in the lawyers conference room where everyone at the table lights up at once.

I hope they left the butt on the ground so a toddler could find it and bring it in for show and tell....or eat it.

m.a. said...

Damn. No place is sacred.

Foilwoman said...

Hey, back in my youth, I worked out with a friend (known in my blog as SNV) who would leave the gym with me and we'd go to the bar next door. She's light up and I'd have a drink. Our fitness instructor would see us and just shake her head. But at least we weren't corrupting youth. And SNV quit smoking 10 years ago, so now we take healthful walks. We're too busy being terrorized by my offspring to even try to drink, much less light up.