Overheard in D.C.: Let My People Go!
Nobody enjoys having to muscle through a dense crowd of people on the metro platform. Especially on those days when everyone is so eager to get on the train that they don't even wait for anyone to get off before surging onboard. Times like that, we wish we had some magical power to transport past the crowd, but then again if we could do that, we wouldn't be taking metro to begin with, now would we? But now that we think about it, the parting powers of the Lord might do the trick.
Quote of the Week
Metro Center, red line platform to Shady Grove after a Nats game:
An obviously seasoned metro-rider exits the train and confronts the crowd on the platform: "That's right, part! Part like the motherfuckin' red sea!"
After the jump, just how hot is that dog, the entertainment value of injuries, and debating the parameters of rush hour.
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Communication breakdown.
Late Saturday night, at the 7-11 at 27th and P Street. Tipsy good-timer engages in frustrating colloquy with confused clerk about the counter-ready hot dog varieties.
Good-timer: "Which one of these hot dogs is not too hot?"
Clerk: "Hot?"
Good-timer: "Not Hot!"
Clerk: "Hot dogs are hot!"
Good-timer: "What kind of hot?"
Clerk: "What?"
Good-timer: "Why not, I want two of those."
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Those Philly fans really are a rough bunch.
At the Nats game, two Phillies fans watch the aftermath of a foul ball that gave a patron a concussion:
Girl: [as green-shirted RFK staff members throw up yellow cards and look expectantly towards the back of the stadium] "So...who comes when they throw up those yellow cards? Like, who are they for?"
Guy: [matter-of-factly] "They're for the fans, so we'll all know to stare at the injured person till they're carried away in the stretcher."
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If this is rush hour, then where's my Playskool briefcase?
Red Line heading towards Grosvenor:
Mom getting on train with 4-year-old son: "Okay, now we have to be careful on the train because this is rush hour."
Son [incredulous]: "No it isn't..."
Mom: "Uh, yes, it is rush hour."
Son [vehemently]: "No it isn't!"
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Speaking of space cadets...
In the office:
Girl: "I swear I saw a UFO once over New Mexico. I was driving outside of Albuquerque and I saw a UFO."
Guy: "Did you ever see any in the United States?"
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Bright and shiny, just out of the box.
On the Cleveland Park metro elevator:
Striped shirt guy talking loudly on his cell: "Nah, she got a new nose."