Wednesday, April 7, 2010

The subtle differences in thug ages

It's 90 degrees here in Washington.

Let me repeat:

90 degrees. On April 7. In Washington, DC.

With this July weather in April, I can only hope that by some miracle we'll get April weather in July (hey, a girl can dream, right?)

Along with the horribly humid heat (ooo, alliteration!), April 7, 2010 brought along with it:

Large (FREE) rootbeer floats in honor of student appreciation week. I tried to justify my thievery because I'm a student at the Main Campus ...just not at the Law Center;

Lunch in the building musuem atrium with Blake;

and PublicSafetyAlerts like this gem:
Please be advised that on Wednesday, April 7, 2010 at approximately 12:29 a.m., three unknown males in the 3700 Block of R Street approached a student, pushed her, and robbed her of her tote bag. When she screamed, a suspect kicked her in the leg.

Wait. Let's read that last sentence again: When she screamed, a suspect kicked her in the leg.

I'm thinking it's probably the hipster who stole Destiny's iPhone out of her hands on the bus. The same type of punk kid that my Dad likes to refer to as a "thuglet" (i.e. a young thug in training). You see, thuglets kick nice young Georgetown prepsters in the shins, and full-grown thugs just shoot you.

Thank goodness it was only a thuglet, then.

Let's hope there's an absence of thugs and thuglets on the next five Saturdays when I'll be here learning things like this.

1 comment:

  1. Great. Now all the hipsters who read your blog know where to find you.