In this post, I crap on DC.
- Cobblers. One of my ex-roommates from Boston just moved to DC and we were lamenting the complete and total absence of qualified cobblers in the District. In Boston there is a cobbler on like every block in the Financial District and they can fix anything. Got a pink shoe that needs polishing? Come back in an hour. Your shoe fell in the garbage disposal? Come back in an hour. In DC *if* you can find a cobbler they laugh at you if you ask them to do anything more than polish or re-heel some tragic black shoe. I mean literally like, "ohhh, haha, I can't fix that. You'll never walk again." Unless I move back to Boston.
- Pardon My Luxury Vehicle. One of the hilarious things about Georgetown is that people street park their luxury vehicles. I don't worry about my Mini getting jacked, because there are always Mercedes, BMWs and Audis within eyesight. The best part about all of this is watching these drivers try to do the "tight squeeze" past a dump truck, moving van or some other large vehicle taking up most of the road in a back street in Gtown. These luxury drivers will have like a foot and a half on either side and just SIT there. Paralyzed with fear that they'll scrape their car (that they street park.) Every week I see a poor garbage truck man get out and actually navigate some idiot driver through a hole big enough for a tour bus.
- "Located Near the Whole Foods." I was recently looking at apartment listings on Craigs List and it cracks me up how "near the Whole Foods" has become like a total panacea for an apartment listing that may be in a questionable neighborhood. On 13th street next to the free AIDS clinic? But you're just a 3 minute walk to 'Whole Foods! This rationalization is GREAT for parents as well. Got a parent who is nervous about your move to Columbia Heights? Tell them you're behind a Whole Foods and I gaurantee they'll feel better. Even if there was a drive by there the day before.