In this time of potential national pride (Olympics) I'm reminded of the Washington Nationals. No they are not a team that inspires said pride but they are in the capital and I have some other work to do and I can't remember if I already wrote about the popcorn but had popcorn on the brain when I awoke. Is that a legit sentence?
So I'm at a Nationals game and they're losing about 100 to 1. I take a walk and look at the River and the Navy Yard and chat with an usher who shares some local history with me and makes fun of a couple taking pictures of themselves. I leave him in search of salt, since there wasn't enough in my half-smoke.
Popcorn, as you know, is a favorite. I ask the concessionaire if the popcorn is crunchy. He says yes. It's somewhat humid. I mention that. He assures me the weather is not a problem. I don't believe him but buy a box anyway. It's pretty bad. Not soggy but chewy. I eat a few handfuls anyway. Then hate myself.
But it made a good picture, no?
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