As I left the beer-soaked but immensely enjoyable Brew at the Zoo festivities last night, I saw several police officers waiting at the top of the roadway leading from the zoo parking lot, providing yet another reason to take Metro or to choose a designated driver. But, I suggest, at least you should let the designated driver eat something. Otherwise, some people may be reluctant to volunteer.

Quote of the Week

Steak-n-Egg, Tenleytown:
Waitress (to last customer at table): "...and what can I get for you?"
Female Customer: "Oh, nothing. I'm the designated driver; I can't eat or drink."

After the jump, new math strikes again (and again), the challenges of Metro boarding, and overscheduled kids.

One way for designated drivers to have fun is to listen in on the ramblings of drunk people at bars. Then, when they get everyone home safely, they can send it in to us at overheardindc (at) gmail (dot) com.

Image posted to DCist photos by Flickr user adubyailkinson.

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Is it four for twenty? What a bargain!

Outside of Blockbuster on 17th St:
Lady: "Hats for sale... two for five, three for ten"

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She meant that they were installed after 9/11/2004.

Blue Line train somewhere between Metro Center and Smithsonian:
A mother is discussing the ceiling-mounted security cameras with her young-adult son when a female passenger chimes in...
Mother (to son): "When did they put security cameras on the trains?"
Son: "I've never noticed them."
Woman: "It was sometime after 9/11, for security stuff."
Mother: "So in the last five years or so, then."
Woman: "Well, it's been since 9/11, so the last two years."
Mother: "Umm ... 9/11 was five years ago."

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And what do you get for the man who has everything?

Dupont Circle:
Young woman on her cell phone. "A boob job? (chuckles) Good for you, Dad."

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Actually, it just slows down a bit, and then you have to jump on. It keeps us in shape.

Dupont Circle Metro station:
Tourist, to local, standing next to a bench on the platform, waiting for the next train: "Excuse me, how do we actually get on the metro? Do we sit here and then it stops and we get on?

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I'm guessing patience is not one of the fields of study.

Middle-aged man; shorts, sneakers; backwards hat; shirt open, billowing in the wind, revealing bare chest; hustling down the street carrying bouquet of enormous purple balloons that read, "Live and Learn!" (into cell): "I got 'em, man, I got 'em! Stay cool!"

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She'll have her people contact your people.

Wisonsin Ave., Tenleytown area:
8(ish)-year-old daughter: "Mom, we still need to go see that movie..."
Mother: "Oh, that's right!...what does your Thursday look like?"

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The sad thing is that I can see myself saying the same thing.

Tourist family, Portrait Gallery:
Father, about a Seymour Guy painting of a woman overlapping a nude fairy: "Hey son, look! Doesn't this remind you of Austin Powers, where it looks like..."