Random Commuter Observations

There is a Hard Rock Cafe along my route of march which is a popular watering hole for bus-loads of teenagers coming to Your Nation's Capital from hither and yon. Because of the excessive heat n' humidity and because of the angle of the sun this time of year, I always hug that side of the street on the way home in order to stay in the shade.

Last evening, a large mob of kids was in front of the doors of the Hard Rock, blocking the sidewalk as effectively as a landslide. People attempting to get through, already near boiling point because of the weather, were beginning to seriously lose their tempers, and as I came up, several of them were berating the fellah in charge of said kids in no uncertain terms.

And the fellah? He seemed positively bewildered. Just couldn't understand what the problem was. If ever there was a facial expression calling for a swift smack with the clue-bat, it was his.

Un-farookin-buhlievable.

Is keeping the right of way clear such a difficult concept? Really?

I apologize to those lloyal camelidophiles who have read Robbo ranting about this phenomenon all these years, but it never ceases to amaze and infuriate me.