Lessons in City Lyfe

How long does it take to drive from Wichita Falls, Tx to Springfield, VA? It takes about 21 hours. There are few things I dislike most than being in the car for extended periods of time. Fortunately, I become slightly addicted… okay very addicted to the BBC show "Sherlock." Before we left the Falls, I purchased a 939 page collection of "The Greatest Adventures of Sherlock Holmes" by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle, and my mind was gladly preoccupied for most of the drive.
My dad has been incredible in helping me. Today, we decided to check out the office where I'll be interning. At the metro station, dad had a bout with the walkthrough thingy. He tried and tried to enter through the exit. He ended up just pushing his way through. Since he didn't scan into the metro he couldn't leave the metro when we got off our stop. I was rather amused by the whole thing. Dad was not.
Somehow he did make it out of the metro. We walked to Washington Square, where the American Bar Association's offices are located. Here, it was my turn to be embarrassed. The entire front of the building is virtually a window, and I followed Dad through the revolving doors (also completely see through). He entered the building without a problem. I tried to exit the door too soon, ramming my face (and my tall soy misto) into an invisible wall.
We made our way up the elevator to the offices. We met my bosses who were warm and welcoming. As we stood in a circle talking, I noticed something most horrifying. Dad's fly was completely open. How long had his zipper been down? Did my bosses notice? How am I going to tell him? All questions that went through my mind seemingly simultaneously. At the first lull in the conversation, I couldn't contain myself. I told him through a giggle, and everyone let out a laugh. Crisis-slightly averted… embarrassment-not so much averted.
As we left Washington Square, a very nice man selling newspapers struck up a conversation with me. He was very helpful in directing me towards the monuments and the White House. "You know Tupac?" he asked me. "No, not personally," I said. Turns out, he was trying to sell me a homeless people newspaper. He showed me his printed bio, which was made up entirely of Tupac lyrics. Apparently, I'm oblivious to such ploys.
How to use the metro, how to distinguish between glass and air, how to walk down the street without being heckled. All lessons learned.