Oh how DC of you...

The other day, I decided to tear myself away from hours of watching reality tv and go for a walk. I decided to walk down the National Mall in DC. I was enjoying a beautiful day until some weathered old heavyset woman with possible crack problem wearing a ghetto BLINGING hat, holding a paperbag of stuff, and a designer knockoff stopped me:

Bag lady: Do you know a king by the name of Ellis?

Me: Oh, no... (?)

Bag lady: He must be a king, b/c his son is in town and looking for "ladies". HE LOOKING FOR ESCORTS

Me: Uh, really?

Bag lady: Someone from his entourage tried to solicit me!!!!! CAN YOU BELIEVE THAT?!?!

Me: Oh... did you tell the police?

Bag lady: Can you believe that? A king by the name of ELLIS? E-L-L-I-S

Me: Uh... okay... I hope you tell the police... (looking for exit strategy... should i sprint and hope she doesn't chase me down with all her bags??)

Bag lady: Tell everyone you know this is happening! bye!

yeaaaaaaaaaahhhh...is it possible? DC has inklings of SF madness? Sure, it's not a crackhead publically ranting about the atocities of sky high rates of pot... but it does have a 60 year old bag lady telling everyone on Pennsylvania Avenue about royal/political immoralities.

nice. Where's Eliot Spitzer?

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