I stepped off the metro on Monday morning and walked toward the gentleman handing out the Express, the free DC paper. I like the crossword puzzles.
Chuck handed me a paper and we chatted for a moment. I may be crazy awkward with guys my age, but middle aged men passing out free things seem to be my forte. As Chuck and I were conversing, a guy handing out the Examiner (another free paper) came over to chat with us. He pulled this sweet little box out of his pocket and said,
"I have a gift for you"
It could have been full of dirty pennies or ketchup packets, but look - it was Hersheys kisses.
I love this place.