Overheard in D.C.: Contest Time
This time we're doing Overheard in D.C. a little differently — as a contest. One of this week's crop of overheards almost requires a follow-up, so give us your best guess in the comments as to what the kid did before, and the winner will be mentioned on next week's Overheard. It's not exactly a free pony, but hey, you can forward it to your pals and be the envy of your office.
Quote of the Week
At the National Gallery's outdoor ice rink.
Preteen boy lacing up his skates hisses to nearby family: "See, I use my fingers for good things!"
After the jump, uninteresting news, existential eating, and jokes about interwar Germany.
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Photo by techne
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Sometimes the weirdest thing you've ever heard is basically true. And totally boring.
Friday night, while stuck for 30-plus minutes behind a disabled train on the Orange Line between Metro Center and McPherson Sq.
Suburbanite Woman #1: "Why have we been stopped so long?"
Suburbanite Woman #2: "Oh, its because a man tried to attack the White House with a bow and they've closed all of downtown. At least that's what I heard, I didn't really pay attention."
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Have a memorable meal at the Caucus Room.
In the Caucus Room bathroom:
Two young men (32-36ish) walk into the bathroom at the Caucus Room, one holding a drink. They pause and do not use any of the facilities, although all were available. One looks up to the other, in all seriousness, and asks, "Did we eat dinner?"
His pal looks down in puzzlement, then back up, then takes a slow sip of his drink, brow furrowed. He pondered the question for several moments, then the overhearer exited.
"I wonder if they're still in there. It was like something out of 'Waiting for Godot.'" says the overhearer.
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Do they use it for kindling? What is this, Weimar Germany?
At the Pentagon City Costco:
One guy to another: "We can't afford to save any more money."
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"Dude, I hear there are MILFs at the paint your own pottery place."
At a paint-your-own-pottery place in Silver Spring.
The paint colors are numbered, and a mother and her toddler daughter sit and paint
at a table.
Mother: "I need more of color 69."
Toddler (screaming at the top of her lungs): "My mom needs 69! My mom
needs 69! MY MOM NEEDS 69!!!"
Mother (laughing so hard she can barely get the words out): "Sweetheart, please stop saying that."
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This sentiment is so 2004.
On the Orange Line:
Girl: "People don't go to blogs for information. They go for, like, attitude."