The longest day of the year has just passed us by, the solstice bells have rung out, and far to the north they've seen the sun at midnight. Here in Washington, we brace for the brutal heat we've only just tasted up to now. There is some consolation for the misery mother nature heaps on D.C.'s coming dog days. For many lucky office drones, in summertime the living truly can be easy. That filing that's been stacking up on your desk? There's someone to do that now. That mind-numbingly boring project that's been clogging your task list since January? You don't have to do it anymore. No matter how low on the office organizational chart you might be, someone just slid in underneath you. Now is your opportunity to shine. Because now is your opportunity to delegate. That's right Washington, it's summer, and the interns have landed.

Quote of the Week

Two 20ish male interns on the Red line to Farrugut North:

Intern 1: "So how long do you work?"
Intern 2: "Um, 7 and a half hours, so like 8 with 30 minutes for lunch."
Intern 1: "Oh really, I only work 7."
Intern 2: "How do you manage that?"
Intern 1: "Well, I figure my 30 minute commute each way counts towards my 8 hours."

After the jump, sexy sXe strategies, junior political commentary, and lots and lots of little people.

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Photo by Flickr user Olivia Leigh.

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This assumes that there is actually a bad way to try to get into a man's pants.

14th Street, near Whole Foods.

Woman: "You know, drunk dialing at 3 a.m. is probably not the best way to get into the pants of a straight edge dude."

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Those disapproval ratings are reaching entirely new demographics.

Outside a downtown Starbucks:

Tourist child: "Where are we going now?"
Tourist Mom: "We're going to go see the White House!"
Tourist child: [thinks about it] "Is that where the bad man lives?"

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Chivalry's death rattle.

Majestic movie theater, downtown Silver Spring:

Very pregnant woman to her boyfriend/husband: "You knocked me up—the least you can do is carry my bag."

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It's also why Dorothy keeps going back to Oz.

Dulles Airport:

Business Man to Co-worker: "I always enjoy going to Comic-Con because of the midgets in costumes."

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A nationwide wedgie.

Three early 30s gay men on 18th Street:

Man #1: "I'd like to announce that I've finally left the world of heterosexual underwear."
Man #2: "Oh really?"
Man #1: "Yes, I was in Brazil and all they wear there are thongs, so now I'm wearing a thong."

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TMI: Not just a nuclear reactor in Pennsylvania.

Unattractive middle aged couple at an upscale trendy Penn Quarter restaurant:

Man to woman, as their food is being served: “You might want to get that thing waxed, you’re gonna hurt someone down there.”

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Show this kid an old picture of Led Zeppelin and watch his head explode.

UPS store on Connecticut Avenue:

5-year old boy to his mother on their way out, regarding the cashier: "Why does that man have long hair if he's not a mommy?"

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And a pony. And a lollipop. And a golden-egg-laying goose.

Very crowded Orange line train to Vienna at rush hour:

One lone aisle seat opens up and a Mom tells her 8-year-old that he can sit there, as the rest of the passengers, packed like sardines, jealously look on.

Kid: "But I want a window seat!"

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Something tells me these two aren't going to make it.

On K Street:

Girl on her cell phone: "You're not changing for me. You're changing for you....Why? Because you're an asshole."

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Breakfast of champions.

In front of the Potbelly and Cosi in Ballston:

Large woman talking loudly on her cell phone: "Well for that to happen, you need to stop smoking crack and drinking beer for breakfast!"

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Transformers: more than meets the eye.

Blue Line, going from National Airport to Crystal City, just after the train has gone underground:"

Teenage tourist to her family: "Did the train just turn into a subway?"