The Sonia Show

Writer. Mocker. Beer drinker. Old movie watcher. Mother. Goober.

Can’t we all just get along?


Yeah, so, we can all just get along.

We can! I’ve seen it myself. We can all just get along.

During our trip to Washington, DC, mighty, mighty good man David and I saw people from all over the world in front of national monuments: the Capitol Building, the Supreme Court, the White House, the Washington Monument. And, in front of those national monuments, everyone was speaking the international language. No, not love. The international language of “Will you take our picture, and we will take yours?”

Yep, people from all walks of life, motioning to your camera then motioning to theirs. Being touristy in perfect harmony.

Thank you to the fine folks who took our pictures. I really hope you like your pictures, too.

If those fine folks hadn’t taken our picture, then all of our photos would look like this:



Author: The Sonia Show

I'm a writer/mocker/goober/mother in San Francisco who likes to drink beer, shop, laugh and make other people laugh, podcast, watch old movies, feed my unhealthy obsession with pop culture, kick breast cancer's ass, wear orange and root for the San Francisco Giants, participate in general jackass-ery, talk about TV, eavesdrop on strangers' conversations, make nerdy “Star Wars” and “Simpsons” references, and post personal things about myself on the web for all to read, which makes me some sort of literary exhibitionist.

3 thoughts on “Can’t we all just get along?

  1. That’s actually kind of touching…

  2. Hilarious but true! Love the pics! Even the last one 🙂

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