washington is (still) all about hustling

During the fall of 2005, I was working at a government agency.  One of my jobs was to put the Deputy Secretary’s business card in the computer through a business card scanner.  While I was doing my job, I found one card from college that said, “If passed out, here’s the directions to my house,” and then one from an exotic dancer.  I should have put the card in the computer, but I just left the exotic dancer’s card in the desk for the next intern to find. -Submitted by “A Former Bureaucrat in Training,” Washington, DC