Speaking of which...

This is still to all of you jackass tourists: The Great and Omniscient WikiKarmel spotted your Queen yesterday. I was on my way home from work and this woman got on at the Smithsonian stop (during rush hour....). This woman was the visual epitome of all that is evil. We'll start from the bottom up:

• She was wearing white sneakers. And this is not the stylish kind of white sneakers. More like the dorky old man (which I totally hope to become one day....when I'm a dorky old man- not a 40 year old woman) kind.
• She had on tapered light colored jeans. Like the kind people wore in 1992. Hiked up high with white socks on underneath them.
• She was wearing a Disney World sweatshirt that was huge on her. Did not fit at all. Big puffy, hooded sweatshirt.
  
• She had an enormous camera around her neck. Twice the size of her (and this was not a slender woman). This is the kind of camera that professional photographers use. Not housewives from Ohio.
• Hanging off of the strap for the camera was a charm. A Micky Mouse charm...
• She had a perm. A huge one. We're talking Linda Hamilton circa original Terminator perm.
• She also had a huge backpack on. Which she was swinging all over the place willy-nilly. Especially when she was trying to look at the metro map.
• She had her little daughter with her. The only thing I recall from her was her sweatshirt. It said Midwestern Dance Academy (which confirmed my suspicions). This girl was 10. Maybe 12. She was not a little girl, to put it delicately.* There was no way she was going to become a dancer. Why do parents force these things down kids throats? Eh, topic for another day I suppose....
  

*Yeah, I'm an asshole. Fine.