July 31, 2006
A Free Market Solution to the New Curfew
Local blogger the Nabob has a modest proposal over at Pygmalion in a Blanket for all you kids out there grappling with the reality of the 10 p.m. curfew law (in case you've missed it, here's a breakdown of all the new rules going into effect tonight). His solution? It's the Nabob to the rescue:
I’m officially offering my services as a grown up to anyone wanting to violate the curfew tonight. It’s not cheap, though. $50/ hour between 10pm and 12am, during which you can complain that you didn’t know the new rules because the police department’s website doesn’t work and you don’t watch the news. $100/hour after midnight because it’s tough to argue your way around the normal summer curfew.Sounds reasonable to us. Although asking for both ice water and Diet Dr. Pepper just seems a bit prima donna-ish. Actually, now that we think about it, the DCist staff is chock-full of legal adults who are plenty immature enough to hang with high schoolers, and underpaid enough they'd probably be willing to work for half the price. $25 an hour? Why the heck not. Consider the DCist Adult Friend Team -- commonly known as DAFT -- officially open for business.
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The DCist Adult Friend Team, or NAMBLA, announced its members' availability to minors in the District on a paid basis today...
Believe it or not, that was actually the way I originally had it in the post, and somehow I convinced myself no one would appreciate it. Clearly I was wrong. Thanks, pk.
say i'm walking to the metro from the black cat and get stopped by the cops... are they going to be able to tell i'm 16 and not 17 like i'll tell them? i don't have to have ID on me or anything. not that i think i'll get stopped in the first place... maybe i should just have all of my late-night fun in wheaton.
Ha ha! tammie, if you find anything to do in this dump, let me know. I've been trolling this hole for six months now, and the only useful thing I can find is a gun shop for something to put in my mouth and end the misery.
I'd be plenty happy if all the kids in my neighborhood went to Wheaton and never came back.