Overheard in D.C.: Spring Love
Love is a burning thing. Two people coming together, sparks flying, cartoon birds, little cherubs flying around shooting heart-shaped arrows, all that good stuff. Sometimes you see somebody across the bar, and you just know. Sometimes it's on the Metro, and probably almost never it's a Missed Connection on Craigslist. But it's springtime, so why not go for something romantic?
Overheard of the Week
At the Target last Saturday:
20-something guy reminiscing fondly to his female friend: "You remember (name)? Man, she was the first girl I let handcuff me."
After the jump, odd things to tell one's boss, murderous cockroaches, and bagpipes.
It's nice out, skip work and go hear stuff. Then send the results to overheardindc (at) gmail (dot) com
Photo by apium
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Columbia Hipsters
Saturday at The Heights in Columbia Heights:
Four 20-something girls having brunch outdoors: "This is great... now all we need is an Urban Outfitters!"
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I can't tell the songs apart anyway
At the National Police Memorial on F Street on the Sunday before St. Patrick's Day:
A bagpipe group and other folks have assembled, and the pipers have just started playing "Amazing Grace."
Homeless guy watching, to no one in particular: "Jesus, can't they play any other song on those fucking pipes?"
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Scientists are baffled why the divorce rate is so high.
At a bar near GW on a slow Sunday night:
Bar regulars are chatting with a college-aged female server about her virginity and her plans "to wait for marriage."
Regular: "Bullshit. You're not a virgin - you could never wait that long to have sex."
Server: "That's why I say I'm gonna get married in the next two years - 'cause I don't think I'm gonna be able to wait much longer."
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Ah, the smell of spring.
Outside the Westin on M Street
A blind man with a guide dog was walking past some freshly manured/fertilized flower beds: "It sure doesn't smell like cherry blossoms."
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"Doctor, what happened to him?" "Run over by cockroaches."
Near Eastern Market:
Lady getting off a bus, screaming into her cell phone: "You are SATAN! SATAN! You DESERVED to be hit by that truck! And the cockroaches!"
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You went to prom with your boss?
Friday evening in the ladies room at Cue Bar:
Young lady in middle stall: "Wow, tonight feels like when I got roofied at prom."
Friend in next stall: "YOU GOT ROOFIED?"
Young lady in middle stall: "Well, no. I was just drunk, but that's what I told my really cute boss. You know, the one I have a crush on."
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Wait, which time?
At a bus stop:
Guy on cell phone: "Remember that time you picked me up from jail?"
(this was in the comments last week. Don't forget to email them to overheardindc (at) gmail (dot) com)