Random Cranky Commuter Thoughts

On my daily hike from Metro Center to the office, I walk up E Street past the backside of the J. Edgar Hoover FBI Building. Across the street from it is a Hard Rock Cafe that is insanely popular with the tourons. Busloads of them show up even for breakfast. Unfortunately, the sidewalk on the north side of E street is closed because of building renovation. So all the tourons these days are deposited on the south side, making for the perfect pedestrian bottleneck. For the past week or two, most mornings there have been literally hundreds of them loitering around, often so thoroughly blocking the sidewalk that people have to walk out into the street (with traffic at their backs) to get around them.

I have a few words to say to these human roadblocks:

YIPS from Steve: Great! Really freakin' great! Now we are going to get all sorts of weird traffic from folks googling up "up the backside of J. Edgar Hoover perfect"

Scram!
Scat!
Shoo!
Git!
Run away!
Go away!
Go home!
Get lost!
Get off!
Get out!
Get outta here!
Clear out!
Clear off!
Clear the deck!
Bug out!
Bug off!
Bugger off!
Sod off!
Eff off!
Piss off!
Zark off!
Beat it!
Move it!
Move out!
Move on!
Move your ass!
Move!
Shake it!
Shake a leg!
Leg it!
Hoof it!
Hit the road!
Hit the highway!
Hit the bricks!
Make like a banana and split!
Make like a tree and leaf!
Make like a rock and roll!
Make like a preacher and get the hell out of here!
Make way!
Make a move!
Make a space!
Make a lane!
Amscray!
Vamoose!
Raus shnell!
Avaunt!
Away!
Be gone!
Be off!
Go back!
Back off!
Step back!
Stand back!
Stand to the raaght!
Depart!
Exit!
Retreat!
Just......leave!

And have a nice day.