fandomhigh | Dealing With Stupid People [Tuesday, August 7, 2nd period]

"Today, in a shocking change of pace, we'll deal with even more stupid people," Josh said, waving his hand around the Danger Shop at the simulated Yellow Line Metro stop.

"The combination of just waking up, not wanting to be going to work, not paying attention and being an idiot tourist combine to give Washington, DC some of the most ridiculous morning commutes in the country. You have two choices: You can get on the Metro," he waved his hand over his shoulder towards the station, "where you will have to get yourself a Metro pass, go in the correct direction, transfer through Metro Center, one of the scariest places at 8:15 in the morning known to man, and make your way from there to the Red Line and Farragut North. Which is by the White House and therefore awesome. If you screw up and end up at Farragut West, I will mock you. On this commute, you will encounter tour gaggles of idiot middle schoolers, women with baby carriages who won't move towards the center of the car, and people without enough coffee to be paying attention. You are not allowed to scream or throw things unless they really, really deserve it."

"Or! You can get in one of these handy cars--" he pointed to the provided cars, "get onto I-395, go across the 14th Street Bridge and try to find parking near the White House without getting run over by an illegal cab driver, cut off by someone who thinks merging is a sign of weakness, or exiting at the wrong spot and end up in a giant Pentagon parking lot. At which point I will also mock you."

He clapped his hands together. "Work in teams of two--that gets you into the High Occupancy Vehicle lane on the highway and makes for more entertainment on the Metro. First team to the fake White House gets a real White House tour from me this weekend."

He clapped his hands together. "Don't just stand there like you've wandered off the Greyhound from South Dakota! Move!"

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"You like pool?" John asked, interestedly, thinking if they were friendly they probably shouldn't keep talking about a chick they were both interested in. Even one as cute as Charlie.

"Oh yes, pool's great. It's all just a matter of applied physics, really," he smiled fondly. Again. "You know, if I had any acting ability, I'd make a great hustler," he said smugly.

John chuckled, "You should show me how's it's done sometime." Not that this was John's way of sucking him in like a shark. Never!

"Of course. No problem. It's really very simple once you get the basics." Rodney nodded. It was always fun to show off his skills and he didn't think he'd mind teaching someone who was willingly to learn from his wisdom. He really had no clue when he was being played. "Our exit is coming up. The Fourteenth Street Bridge."

John took the exit and the went over the bridge. "Cool. I'm always up for learning a new sport. You know, being a great big jock," John smirked.

"Naturally," Rodney rolled his eyes. "I'm almost surprised you don't already play."

"Does seeing it on TV count?" John asked, laughing on the inside cuz this was gonna be entertaining.

"No, not as such," he replied. "I can tell you're going to take a lot of work." But that was okay, Rodney was up for the challenge.

"You'll be my pool sensei, Rodney. Just like in that movie."

John searched for parking, "Let me know if you see any spaces, this city has more cars than parking."

"Right, because I'm just like Tom Cruise," he snorted.

"Keep going, there might be a spot on the next block," he said as he craned his neck to see ahead.

"Right, you're the hot, novice pool player," John chuckled. "OH! A space!" John cut off a taxi and started attempting to parallel park in a tight parking space.

"Well, no, I'm no novice," he grinned, "but I will give you 'hot.' That's why I'm not the other guy.

"Oh my god!" He yelled when they were almost hit by a taxi. "We're almost done, you can't kill us now!"

"Relax, Rodney," John ~~drawled~~ said. "We made it in one piece. You retained your Tom Cruise looks, I got to drive like the wind, and we finished our assignment."

"Right. Good. Okay," He said as he unbuckled. "Um, nice job with the not causing our simulated deaths and all."

"Always willing to drive," John said unbuckling and getting out of the car. "The car is cool, but the swoop bike is better."

"Good to know, in case I ever need a daredevil driver," he said as he got out. "I'm not sure I should even ask, but what's a swoop bike?"

John's eyes lit up, "You've never seen a swoop bike? Oh, buddy, you're missing out! It's like a motorcycle but has no wheels and hovers."

"It hovers? Really? That's so cool," he smiled. "But, um, isn't it dangerous?"

"Nah, it's perfectly safe. We rode them in Flight class last session," John explained.

"Really?" He asked a little wistfully. "I knew I should've taken that class." Actually, he hadn't even considered it. But it seemed like the thing to say.

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