Tingle Down there Continues on K Street
There is an age old tradition among gentleman that welcomes the departure of thick boxy turtlenecks and baggy wool pants for the less modest tops that are lower in cut and shirts shorter in length. I happened upon that special acknowledgment of the natural cycle of the slutty garb this morning on K street.
I was on my way to the dentist, which just happens to be in serious Republican territory on 18th and K. I got into the elevator with two younger guys, a much older guy and another chick. I noticed the two guys looked sort of excited when the older guy walked in, like he was important, he basically looked like every other 65 year old white dude, but I digress.
So I have on a reasonable skirt, but sure, there is a little leg showing. The other girl, however, is working some summer wear--short skirt, tight little top, etc. It's basically the Republican intern uniform. The old man is CLEARLY checking the ladies out. I mean he’s not even hiding it a little.
Then I watched all three of them basically lean out the elevator as the other girl exited on the first stop. As I left the three of them, I heard the old man say: "Well boys, you sure can tell it's summer, heh heh (pervy old man laugh)." Boys also chuckle along.
I am quite sure he wanted to say, "Hey, you girlie, come here and sit on ol' pappy's lap."