I left work this afternoon unwell and tired. After exiting the Columbia Heights metro station, I trudged up 14th street to get to my apartment and I saw a large group of young men gathered about a block and a half in front of me.
It was 2:00pm, so I don't think that they were high school students--unless of course the district high schools end that early.
Regardless, they were standing in a large group and seemed to be bothering a couple who was trying to enter their apartment. Normally, I don't mind walking past groups like this; I don't normally garner attention from them.
However, today, I felt differently.
Something didn't feel right about these people standing around in the cold. Something told me to turn right and take the long way home.
I have felt this way before while traveling around my neighborhood in the middle of the day. And it doesn't seem to make sense to me that it is a commonplace and acceptable thing for people to get away with being a nuisance and harassing others during the day, but at night, they are not and suddenly the police show up.
I'll return to the more astute examinations of culture perhaps later this week or next.