A freelance client unexpectedly sent me to Washington, DC again. It was a whirlwind trip. It was short notice and I had to make it fast to balance the work of another project. The meeting I was to attend began at 8:30am, so I had to get to DC the night before.
I took a cab to the hotel because my train didn't arrive at Union Station until 11:30pm. When the cab pulled up to the hotel around midnight, there were about 20 police cars parked in front of the entrance.
I immediately wondered whether some horrible thing had happened at the hotel. I couldn't imagine what would trigger such a huge police response.
The second I walked in the door, my mind was put to ease.
The hotel was hosting a police officers' convention.
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