This morning, after spending two hours glued to reruns of The Practice on F/X (damn, why can’t that show get a Complete Series DVD release? Best legal drama ever? I say yes!), I showered, dressed, and made my way down the street to grab the Circulator out to Columbia Heights and Target.

I crossed Connecticut and walked south on the west side of the avenue. Surprisingly, this is relevant. When I reached the crosswalk at 24th, I passed a woman waiting at the curb and alerted her: “You’ve got the walk.”

What I meant was the image of a walking person which indicates that pedestrians have right of way to the crosswalk. Which she apparently hadn’t noticed.

What I heard — over my iPod — was a rather indigent, “Excuse me?”

So I half turned, pulling out one of the earbuds. “Huh?”

And then I took notice of what she was wearing, and how it screamed ‘going-out wear.’ Or more appropriately, ‘rumpled going-out wear,’ complete with high heels.

Kind of sheepishly, I motioned to the light and clarified: “Crosswalk. You’ve got the crosswalk.”

UPDATE:

Found this on the internet: the Walk of Shame kit. What a brilliant idea! Wonder if they’re making any moolah?