...a good reason to not stay at work late: I was accosted by a drug dealer at the corner of 16th and M tonight.
"Whatchew need, baby? Whatchew need? I got it all, I got it all, I got it all, see?" He touted his junk while I waited for the light to change. His sales pitch never stopped. "Whatchew need, huh? C'mon, baby, seriously, I got it all!" He took his hand from his pocket and uncurled his fingers to show me a variety of stuff. Looked like a grubby mobile pharmacy.
Either that, or the contents of Lindsay Lohan's purse.
I just kept walking to my car, but, damn, he was aggressive. Three blocks from the White House, folks. Just three blocks.