Yellow Caution Tape: A true story

Shelly, one of my best friends from high school, planned our DC trip pretty much all by herself (well, except for getting Michelle there). She found the hotel, the plane tickets, and figured out where we would go. My only contribution was letting her know that the Constitution lived in the National Archives, not the Library of Congress, and that I wanted to see it.

One of her best trip planning moves was signing us up for an evening tour. It was a great way to become acquainted with the city and get an idea of what we’d want to see more of and what not.

In the middle of the tour the trolley driver has to start improvising because there are all these police and firetrucks and  other vehicles with lights that are crawling all over the place.

A scandal has surely broken out in DC.

The trolley driver thought it was possibly the President.

THE President.

The President was possibly sharing the road with little old me? He might have been the reason that I would be late getting to the Jefferson memorial?

This trip is SO COOL.

And then the trolley driver said no, it wasn’t the Prez.

Before I could be disappointed, me and all my tour members on the left side of the trolley saw it. Yellow crime scene tape wrapped around some trees.


We were obviously going to witness one of the biggest, most historical events in American history! Yellow caution tape! In DC! I think Vanessa Hudgens should so play me in the movie that will most certainly be made about this event…

But first the left hand side of the trolley needed to find out what the heck was going on.

The older lady behind me was on the phone faster than I could say “drama queen”.

Older lady: Hey, what are you doing?

Person on the phone: Nothing. What about you?

Older lady: I’m in DC. And there’s yellow caution tape around a tree. Is there anything on the news?

Person on the phone: Yellow caution tape? Around a tree? Why would that be on the news?

Older lady: Turn on CNN. Let me know what you find out. I’ll keep you updated on this end. (click)
This lady was on top of her game. I needed to contact my sources, too. I hopped on my text messaging device to get in touch with Mark…

My text: Are you watching tv? What’s going on in DC? There are lights and sirens everywhere. Let me know when you find out.

Mark’s text: No, I’m at church right now. Remember the president lives near by and they come and go with a full entourage.

Thanks a lot, Sherlock.

We never found out what was going on. But it didn’t matter because yellow caution tape was nothing compared to Marie standing up to the US Government…

*I don’t REALLY know what the “Person on the Phone” person said, but I think we can all imagine how silly the Older Lady and I sounded.

5 thoughts on “Yellow Caution Tape: A true story

  1. Connie says:

    sorry meant to say “You have a wonderful imagination and a trip with you along is most likely a real trip!!!!”
    forgot to do an edit. Really you keep me coming back to see what is going on in your world.

    I’m just whetting your appetite for Christmas in Mexico: McKinney-Oates Style 😀

  2. Veda says:

    Are you going to post any photos?
    Excited to hear more!
    I would post photos… if I had any…Michelle? Shelly?

  3. Shelly says:

    You got me curious again. I may have found what it was…

    Woo hoo! You’re my hero!

    • Michelle Ziegler Ashburn says:

      Good work Shelly.

      “The incident is under investigation by U.S Capitol Police.” I am sure the
      Capitol Police have more important things to do. Such as protecting the Capitol from empty waters bottles.

      I’m loving how perfectly this segues…

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