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June 8, 2007

Overheard in D.C.: A Loaded Six-String On My Back

2007_06_08_overheardairguitar.jpgWhat makes a champion? Is it commitment, the ability to spend the long hours necessary honing a skill to a razor's edge, forgoing the simple pleasures of idle laziness the rest of us take for granted? Is it drive, that fire in the belly that pushes a winner on, past discouragement, past early failures, past the point when lesser beings throw in the towel? Maybe it's simply birthright, taking advantage of those innate abilities that set the champion on a pedestal, a miracle of evolution, evidence of divine intervention. Maybe it's a combination of all those things. Or maybe, just maybe, it's the simple inability to hold one's liquor.


Quote of the Week

In the 9:30 Club's men's room, during the US Air Guitar Championships:

Guy in stall: "Dude, somebody already threw up in here! Who throws up at the Air Guitar championships anyways?"
Another guy in stall: "Champions, that's who."


After the jump, Hallmark moments, pastry wars, and things you didn't need to know about your mother.

The biggest challenge of this hot weather is listening to other people's conversations over the steady hum of air conditioning. But we have confidence in you, Washington. Send those quotes to overheardindc (at) gmail (dot) com.

Photo from Wednesday night's air guitar championships at the 9:30 Club by Flickr user dtnemail.

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When you care enough to send a mixed message.

Target, in front of the Father's Day card displays. A mom and her 7-ish-year-old son:

Mom: "Look, Father's Day cards. Do you want to pick out one for your dad?"
Son: "What about this one?"
Mom: "No, that's for a Stepdad."
Son: "But I like it."
Mom: "No... your dad is your actual father. Let's look for another one. What about this one?"
Son: "It's too personal."
Mom: "What do you mean it's too personal? He's your father!"
(pause while son contemplates this)
Son: "Uh... Mom? What does personal mean?"

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Hitler's little known softer side: a love of light, buttery pastries.

In line at Firehook Bakery near Metro Center:

"Really, that's why Germany invaded France, it was for the croissants."

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If you really want a good laugh, look this up on Amazon to see the full title.

Java Green on 19th:

"Yeah, Amazon recommends the weirdest things. It recommened my mom The Art of Fisting."

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I thought that was diamonds?

Older ladies having lunch at the Corcoran:

"You know, the other colors come and go, but black and white are forever."

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Not-so-happy hour.

The men's room of a bar in Sterling:

Disgruntled sober guy #1: "This is ridiculous, I'm ready to get out of here."
Disgruntled sober guy #2: "Seriously, I paid $5 for one beer."
Disgruntled sober guy #1: "I know, and the service is horrible. I'd rather go see Robocop 1, or Ninja Turtles 1, or the first Land Before Time — that's what we used to do."
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Do people go to Seattle and remark on the lovely view of the Potomac?

On the Yellow Line metro coming into the city, a large group of tourists with children fresh from the airport remark about the sights coming into view:

Boy 1: "Whoa! Look! What's that?"
Mom: "Oh, it's the Washington Monument! Wow! Look kids!"
Kids: "Whoa...!"
Boy 2: "Hey look, what's that one?"
Mom: "Ahh, I think that's the Lincoln Memorial."
Kids: "Whoa...!"
Boy 2: "Hey, what river is this that we're crossing?"
Boy 3: "Yeah, it's a really wide river. What is it?"
Mom: "I don't know, maybe Puget Sound? Yeah, Puget Sound, I think that's right."

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They say memory is the first to go.

Movie theater in Greenbelt, waiting for Knocked Up to begin.

Boyfriend: "So I'm going to be really busy for the next two weeks -- two of the most important women in my life are having their birthdays."
Girlfriend: "And they would be — let me guess: your mom? [He nods.] And... your sister? No, it's... it's... [it finally dawns on her] Oh, thank you, I'm flattered."

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I'd like to know how he beat her to the mall.

On the George Mason campus:

Girl on cell phone: "So I saw this homeless guy, and he was like, can I have a dollar? So I gave him a dollar? And then I went to the mall and I saw the same homeless guy, and he was like, can I have a dollar? And I was like, don't you remember me? And he was like, no?"

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What's in a name?

On New York Avenue NW outside of Sushi Aoi:

Two businessmen in town for a conference examine the menu posted outside:
"It's Japanese, do you think they have sushi? It's not on the menu ..."


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Comments (37)

a homeless guy did that to me too! he was walking on the metro platform asking for some change, so I reached into my wallet but all i had in cash(honestly!) was a dime and a nickel. and i was like, well, here, this is all i have, its that last thing in my wallet. he thanks me then walks around the platform some more, bothering other people, then comes back around and asked me for some change again.

i was like, "are you for real, i just gave you MY LAST DIME."

 

Oh the irony.

 

I love that Miss Bee entirely missed the joke there.

FYI Miss Bee - The "overheard" was not a comment on the lack of recognition that homeless people give to their benefactors, but rather on the cell-phone girl (and now you) being outraged that a homeless person did not appreciate your miserly handout enough to remember you subsequently.

The View...The View...The View are on Fire!

 

I still can't believe that this sold out last night.

 

this -> air guitar

 

Sweet. Between my husband and me, if chicks who end their sentences with question marks keep it up, we're gonna get published every week from now on! And kudos to others for frequenting Java Green in an attempt to hear some truly baffling/great stuff... I don't know what makes their clientele say such strange things. It must be meat withdrawal.

 

I also love the concept of asking a homeless guy, "Are you for real?" My ideal answer would be, "Why no, young miss! I'm a figment of your imagination! There *is* no actual homeless problem!"

 

Making fun of ignorant tourists is like shooting chimps in a barrel; the cachet wears thin after the fiftieth time mopping the same gore spray off your outfit.

And a day without mentioning Hitler is a day without sunshine.

Little known fact: Hitler's mother combed her pubic hair over to one side.

 

Believe me, monkeyrotica, I toss more of the clueless tourist quotes than I use anymore, particularly the standard "Is that the White House?" while pointing at the Capitol, or the Washington Monument, or the ESPN Zone. But confusing the Potomac with Puget Sound was too out there to pass up.

Everybody loves a Hitler joke.

 

kate you are the Overheard in DC franchise player.

and by the way your husband can idle the hours jotting down cellphone convos of pre- and post-sorority question-mark-talking girls but not take 3 measly hours to watch Knocked Up with his wifes friends?

 

I could like hear the GM ditz's voice in my head thanks to that narrative? Like, well done? I was like, "wow"?

Ugh.

One time, in a different city, I found a $20 on the ground. I was conflicted; $20 is great to find, but I knew that somebody lost it and needed it. About two blocks later some bum accosted me and asked me for money, gave me his whole sob story about how he has job applications in, etc. As a rule I ignore bums, but I thought I'd do something nice, so I gave him the $20. He was obviously very surprised and almost suspicious. Sure, it was self-serving in that I meant to dispense myself of the conflicting feelings, but either way, he got $20 out of the deal. Hell, maybe it'd help him get a good dinner when he celebrated the new job he'd get.

Two weeks later, I'm walking to work, and the same asshole asks me for money. You can bet I bitched his slovenly ass out. Fucking loser. Nowadays, unless they're screaming at me, I ignore them. All of them. I especially loved the guy the other day who asked me for change - while smoking a cigarette. Sure, pal...

 

Also, "Air Guitar Championshop"? FFS... it's just the new ironic fad for self-conscious and self-absorbed twentysomethings who think that ironic karaoke is too passe (that's soooooo 2005).

Yes, my Wheaties were pooped in. F off.

 

Nowadays, unless they're screaming at me, I ignore them.

So what do you do with the screaming ones? Discuss quantum mechanics while dodging phlegm balls?

I love the panhandlers with the sneakers that cost more than my iPod. You got an expensive habit to support, buddy. Almost as good as the panhanders that ask for 33 cents. ALWAYS 33 cents.

 

monkeyrotica,

I'm talking about the ones who go "Sir? Sir! SIRRR!" While following you. There's something about that I can't shrug off. Or the asshole who corners you on a subway platform. Once a dude approached me all friendly-like, claimed to be a Howard graduate (math) but was thrown in jail for pot. He begged, and I told him I had no money (which is generally true) but continued talking to him about Howard, math, being in jail, etc. just trying to be friendly (I did feel bad I couldn't help him out). But he got very agitated and assumed I was being suspicious and got defensive, said "look man, I'm hungry!" and stormed off. He puts on airs, tries to be all friendly ("Hey, my man!") then when I reciprocate, he got all bent out of shape, like I was the one wasting HIS time.

And that leads me to my $60,000 question: why is there some sort of correlation between the shittiness of a form of transit and the frequency of panhandling? I always want to tell them, "If I had money to spare, do you think I'd be taking Greyhound?" I guess it's much easier for John T. Crackhead to stumble into a Greyhound station (almost always in the shitty part of town) instead of an airport or train station.

I hate all of that shit, but at least they ask. They could just straight up mug you, which is quite worse...

 

Maybe it's just me, but tourists saying dumb stuff never gets old.

 

One for the books:

DC cop on 7th street yells to girl in SUV on her phone: "Get off the phone!"...."Thank you, Paris Hilton." (with appropriate amount of contempt in voice).

Classic.

 

That pretty much sounds like panhandler standard operating procedure, right out of the handbook they get from the ACLU. ID your mark, trim your mark, make your pitch, move on to the next mark. The "I'm hungry" thing is a joke, they want the money but it ain't for food. Try offering to buy them a sandwich or something and see how far that gets. Or just buy something and give it to him. Five bucks says he tells you, "I'm not eating that! Get me something else!" You ARE wasting his time, because he's heavy into his pitch and you STILL haven't given him any money.

There used to be this morbidly obese panhandler that would hang around Dupont Circle and Farragut North. HUGE guy, maybe 350 lbs, who would always whine in this sad little voice, "I'm hungry! Somebody buy me some food!" I'm sure the guy was hungry, but you could almost hear everyone in the crowd thinking, "The guy's sad, but he could stand to drop a few pounds."

Still, not as bad as the two kids in the French Quarter in pre-Katrina New Orleans. Their schtick consisted of one kid spinning a bicycle wheel on top of a broom while the other tapdanced. Every few minutes a tourist would pass, and the tapdancing kid would yell, "Gimme some money, white motherf***er!" At least the kid's being pretty honest and direct about what he's after.

Do the non-tourist towns get this volume of panhandling?

 

Not to get too serious, but I sometimes think we like to talk about homeless people who we think are taking advantage (he didn't really want a sandwich, he wanted money for crack; he's got nicer sneakers than me; he's just a lazy bum etc etc) as a way to deflect the guilt we feel for not being able to really help them out.

Most homeless people have serious problems, and they've ended up on the street because they don't have the social or family networks to support them. Think about how you know you could rely on your family and friends if you hit a rough patch -- you lost your job, you became seriously depressed, you were mentally ill, or you were addicted to drugs. There are alot of people out there whose family and friends don't have the time, money, or energy to prop them up for as long as necessary to get back on track.

I just don't know how helpful it is for us to sit around talking about how ungrateful or aggressive homeless people are. I'd rather we actually have a serious conversation about what can be done to help those that can be helped.

(And yeah, I know that was way heavy. Sorry)

 

WastedLittleDjs-
What's with your obsession with The View? Why do you always bring them up at the weirdest times?

 

i hate homeless people almost as much as i hate homeless crackheads.

sorry if you've been in DC more than a couple years you totally ignore the crackhead homeless vagrants.

 

Esmeralda,

I think a lot of us HAVE had serious conversations about how to deal with homelessness. Problem is, as you've pointed out, most of the homeless have serious mental problems that aren't being dealt with, and it's not for lack of funding or facilities or manpower. SCOTUS has consistently ruled that you cannot force the mentally ill to take antipsychotic medication or seek counseling unless they've been ruled by a court to be a danger to themselves or others. If you're just sitting in the Metro lobby yelling at a wall, you're not breaking any laws. And until they can turn off that part of their brains that's telling them that the wall is talking, they're not going to be gainfully employed or be able to care for themselves or contribute anything to society except provide a focus for collective guilt.

And that's assuming the homeless we're talking about actually want to be mainstreamed. The ones Ex-Hy Hy and I are referring to aren't mentally ill homeless; they're con men and women who've discovered that they can make decent money preying on the guilt of others. They've decided that they can make more money panhandling than with a real job. One guy I know who panhandled in Georgetown back in the '80s only did it for 6 months a year; the rest he spent panhandling in Florida.

There's a difference between con men, the mentally ill, and bluecollar workers who have to live in tents in the woods of NoVA and Montgomery County because they can't afford housing. I don't think that first group merits any serious discussion, apart from deconstructing their grifts.

 

Ex-Hy Hy:

Why would you expect a homeless person to remember your face, you obviously pay them no mind.

 

Esmeralda,

I think most people have been down on their luck at some point and had to rely on the kindness of friends and family to make ends meet. Whether that took the form of a "loan" we knew was not going to be repaid for a long time, crashing on someone's couch for a few weeks, or whatever. The difference between those of who make it out the other side of those tough times and those who end up homeless, is the realization that we had to do something different than what led us to that no so good place and made the necessary changes to our lives.

I'm sure there are homeless people who had something happen, got no help, and ended up on the street. But by the same token a lot of those homeless people you see out there took advantage of and alienated every person in their life before ending up on the street.

I'm watching someone I know go down the tubes right now and its difficult, but there's little I can do. Others who know this person better than I do, have tried to get involved and help to no avail. I was at a party the other day and heard him being dismissed as a "crackhead", his landlord is getting ready to put his ass on the street after the landlord's son already intervened on his behalf. It's not as if this guy hasn't had plenty of chances to get his shit straight, but he hasn't handled his business.

Shit there are enough people around that love and care about this guy, that if he said, "I need to go to rehab, but I don't have the money" someone would probably have a fundraiser for him. I know I'd probably raid my vacation stash money to pony up a couple of hundred. But again, the first step has to be his; until he takes that first step, there's nothing anyone else can do for him.

As far as not giving the homeless money, I can't give a homeless person enough money to help them. What's my $2 going to do? Not much other than convince them that panhandling is a viable way to support themselves. I know that's a rationalization, but I'm sticking to it.

 

Last Friday night at the Metro Center station, this guy started yelling what I first understood to be "diaper" but was actually "God is Great". (He obviously wasn't enunciating his words). Over and over and over. After a few minutes, one guy yelled "shut the fuck up!" and he just kept repeating "Good is Great". Another guy walked over to him and asked, "If I give you a dollar, will you shut the fuck up??" And, he said, "yes" and did. hahahaha His mode of action was to annoy and receive a payoff, and it was successful. I would classify him as a con-man.

 

most of the homeless have serious mental problems

Man, I hope I'm not being pedantic, but you mean "most homeless panhandlers," or "most of the chronic homeless," or whatever.

Most of the homeless are not people you see, who are homeless for very short periods.

 

Jim, I said that most homeless people have serious problems, not serious mental problems. That includes the many who are homeless for short periods of time.

I have to admit that one of the reasons I've been thinking about this alot lately is because my dad's sister is mentally ill -- she's been sick for about 40 years, and has alternately been diagnosed as manic depressive and paranoid schizophrenic. She often goes off her meds, or sometimes the meds she's on stop working (basically, he doctor decides she's doing well, then something traumatic happens -- like a hurricane or the house next door burning down -- but the doctor won't listen to my dad when he says she needs extra medication and the next thing we know she's off the rails). The point is, she's been able to live relatively independently due to my dad's financial and emotional support, as well as the support of the few friends she hasn't completely alienated. I know of other people who have had to rely on the support of friends and family when they lost their job or struggled with depression and drug addiction.

Obviously there are some people who are just plain bad and anti-social. And obviously you can't save someone who is bent on self-destruction. But I do think the sheer number of homeless in our country indicates that something is broken. I also think that stories about the panhandler who your mother's best friend's cousin saw getting into a limo at the end of the day make people feel better about not doing anything about the very real problem of homelessness.

Oh, and I'm not saying you should give a dollar to every guy who asks -- the only result of that would be that you'd end up broke.

 

I was actually quoting monkeyrotica, not you, ma'am.

I think it goes without saying that being homeless is a serious problem in and of itself. I've just been noticing an uptick in the incidence of "homeless=crazy" concept at the moment, possibly tied to what seems like an influx of crazy street folks in D.C.

 

At B. Dalton, we used to keep a copy of The Art of Fisting under the counter and pull it out for special occasions. It was always amusing to sit behind the register and catch the slow look of recognition wash over a customer's face when he or she realized what we were reading. It had drawings too!

To spoil the fun, the actual title is Hand in the Bush--no joke.

 

On a final note, I found this quote:

Trent Reznor later joked that his epitaph should read: "REZNOR: Died. Said 'fist fuck' and won a Grammy."

 

I noticed that when I re-read monkey's post after writing mine. I guess I need to read more carefully ;-)

Okay, I officially feel awful for bringing up such a depressing topic on a Friday. Let's go back to making fun of tourists.

 

BossT - Because they are feckin brilliant, that's why...

Skin up again posh boy.

 

chaesar:

1. Obviously I DID pay him mind; in fact, I paid him TWENTY DOLLARS.

2. It was not in DC, but in a much smaller town. You tend to see the same faces every day. I certainly recognized his, and in fact, he recognized mine (which he admitted).

 

"feckin brilliant?" "skin up?" Where are we, Galway?

Ah sure, you'll have that . . . in small towns and built-up places.

 


I love the panhandlers with the sneakers that cost more than my iPod.

In and of themselves, hugely expensive athletic shoes don't necessarily mean that a panhandler is a scammer. There are plenty of charitable groups that take contributions of used shoes. Most donations are too worn out to be useful as shoes -- they get pulped and turned into rubberized surfaces for running tracks and playgrounds instead -- but a surprising share of those shoes that still have wear in them and can be given to the needy come from college and professional athletic teams. A basketball shoe can be worn out to the point where an NBA or NCAA 1A player will notice a decline in performance while still being in excellent condition for normal uses.

Now, that doesn't necessarily mean that a panhandler with great shoes isn't trying to put something over on someone. Heck, I dunno whether there's even any such program going on in Washington now. But in principle, not necessarily a sign of deceit.

 

I had a guy hit me up for money while listening to his ipod the other day. I thought that was a little much. at least put it away while you're working.

 

I really can't believe some of the posts on here.
3.5 million people were homeless last year.
1.3 million were children
there were over 400,000 veterans homeless last year, over 200,000 on any given night (national coaltion for homeless veterans)
over 40% were families (national alliance to end homelessness)
over 44% have a job (that doesn't include the many that do day labor work)--also the other 56% either are unable to work because of a disability or because they are elderly, and most businesses won't hire someone because of the stereotypes so many associate with homelessness.
According to the National Low Income Housing Coalition you have to make $16.31 an hour to afford a two bedroom apartment at fair market rent working 40 hours a week. People say homeless people are crazy--according to US Conf of Mayors Report 16% have a diagnosed mental illness (i have seen studies by national organizations that say up to 30% have a mental illness), most people did not become alooholics until after they became homeless.
What about the fact that 60-70% of people that are homeless do not have health insurance (according to the National health care for the homeless council). The number one cause of homelessness in the US is the lack of affordable housing, then lack of health care, followed by domestic violence, poor paying jobs and mental illness is number five.
if you see someone on the street panhandling you dont have to give money, just give acknowledgement of a fellow human being, say hello, have a conversation. Some people will use the money for alcohol or drugs, yes, but others will use it for food, clothing, transportation, hotel, phone etc. Yes, homeless people can have cell phones (need them for work contact, family etc). We need to support the Bringing America Home ACt (comprehensive bill to end homelessness--contact your rep to support), we need to ban "Bum Fights" videos--614 documented attacks, resulting in 189 deaths in last 8 years (88% of crimes committed by people under 25), we need to stop criminalizing homelessness as well. If you talk to someone on the street, build a friendship they will remember you, I have many friends who are homeless--when I see them I say hi "charles" or hi "Stephen" and it is nice for someone on the streets to have someone call them by their name instead of hey you or bum. That person on the streets is someones son, daughter, parent, friend--nobody deserves to be homeless. check out www.nationalhomeless.org maybe you will learn something

 

I love the tourist one. I once hear a 30-something-ish tourist (on the train to L'Enfant)say to his dad "look, dad it's the Pot-o-mac river"

I couldn't help myself so I pointed out the other side of the Metro window said "yes, and over there it's called the Potomac with em-PHA-sis on the wrong syl-LAB-ble"

 
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