"Washington's a loser! A perfect loser!"

By novoarte  |  Location: United States  |  04/04/08

Everywhere we go gets compared to the places we know.

Washington, we've decided, is a bit strange. No one looks happy, Francisco observes, and he's right. Everyone looks hurried, but it's a different kind of hurried than New York hurriedness. Here, people seem to hunch their shoulders up, tuck their heads down, and scurry. There aren't a lot of kids here. Mostly recent graduates and middle aged people. Everyone wears a suit, their pants hit the tops of their ankles, and the colors of their clothes are blue, gray, and black. The taxis are not uniform. Even going to Whole Foods is not a happy experience. We've been three times now and every time we've had a bizarre encounter with, by turns, a hostile, apathetic, and pouty cashier. "I'm doing very bad," said one in response to Francisco's "How are you?"

So it wasn't a surprise when we got into a cab yesterday and had to kick the driver's detritus--an empty cup, a partially smoked cigarette, and a sandwich wrapper--out of the way and that he then engaged in a verbal sparring match when I gave him our address and he wanted to verify that I'd looked it up first. "Why is Washington so weird?" Francisco asked the driver, whose attitude changed completely; it's obviously a topic he likes.

"Washington is a loser! A perfect loser!" he said enthusiastically. He explained that there's little incentive to create community here because people view themselves as four or eight year residents who will move on when political fortunes change. "Even immigrants," he said, "make money, have an American child, and then go home." "Will you go home?" I asked him. "Never! No, no, no! I must stay and try to help my Washington. It needs my help."

He's got his work cut out for him.

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