Well, continuing on after my flight, the driver my aunt hired to pick us up was ready and waiting at baggage claim. Funny how he decided to park what seemed to be two miles away from the door. Anyway, as we left the premises, he began to talk, nonstop. I am now the lucky little girl who knows just exactly all the drivers in the DC area get their calls to jobs, respond, refuse and get paid. Oh and on the hour and 45 minute drive, he explained the mechanics of his metering system, how his little car sized computer worked, and what he had for lunch as well. Then he made a sideways comment about how we inconvenienced him as to our missing of the flight. Poor thing.
Well, once we ran from the man, we took off to a little restaurant underneath her apartment. Pretty good food, yet I never had a burrito before with cubed steak. That's DC for you, I guess.
Pretty much nothing happened until the next day when I decided to strike out on my own to see the country's capitol. Promptly as I did so, I was hit on by a man in what I believe was his late 20's.
As I was walking by, his pick-up line was, "Hey gorgeous, you have time to talk?"
My prompt reply was, "No, I have to be going...things to kill and all."
I am not sure how he took that, because he smiled. So, I just walked a tad faster and remembered never to wear shorts again.
It took me awhile, but I finally made it to a nice park along the way, where I watched the Taft memorial go through nearly 15 different Army-esque songs with it's little bells atop. How nice of them to make a large, loud music box in the middle of everything.
As I continued it brought me across what I believe was a mutant squirrel. I was trodding along minding my own business when I looked back to see the rodent less than 20 feet from me. Being from a desert, I was happy to see the little critter. All we have are these little ground squirrels that are the size of gerbils with no tail and squeak like toys.
I smiled and walked on further, then cast my glance back to see the thing had closed some of the distance, it was less than 10 feet from my person. So, I scurried away more. It closed the gap to 5. So, I froze, thinking about all of those horrid newspaper articles of rabid animals, and how they will maul you. It was then that I noticed the size of the thing. IT WAS AS LARGE AS A SMALL HOUSE CAT! I just stood there staring at it, with those beady little marble eyes of it's. This staring contest lasted for quite awhile, as I was too frightened to look away from it, dare I be bitten. I would say 5 minutes past as we watched each other. I swear had it been able to speak English it would have chirped, "Gimme all your food, bitch!"
It must have been the most awkward mugging I have ever seen, being held up in a DC park, by a rodent. Finally, someone passed by me, and the critter's attentions drifted to them, allowing me to escape to freedom. I think I have found a new fear though, "Squirrel Muggings".