City Paper is not for tourists
Give some respect to reporters. We have to deal with a lot of hazardous stuff. Like IEDs in Iraq. Like having to sit through a Romney stump speech. Like braving the Woodley Park metro escalators.
While on assignment the last few days, I had to do some serious handrail gripping.
The escalators were just plain scary. One was broken. And another seem to shudder at five second intervals. It also emitted a sound not unlike a dying whale or an avant jazz group warming up.
And once I arrived at the metro bubble, I smelled something burning.