As I left the beer-soaked but immensely enjoyable Brew at the Zoo festivities last night, I saw several police officers waiting at the top of the roadway leading from the zoo parking lot, providing yet another reason to take Metro or to choose a designated driver. But, I suggest, at least you should let the designated driver eat something. Otherwise, some people may be reluctant to volunteer.

Quote of the Week

Steak-n-Egg, Tenleytown:
Waitress (to last customer at table): “…and what can I get for you?”
Female Customer: “Oh, nothing. I’m the designated driver; I can’t eat or drink.”

After the jump, new math strikes again (and again), the challenges of Metro boarding, and overscheduled kids.

One way for designated drivers to have fun is to listen in on the ramblings of drunk people at bars. Then, when they get everyone home safely, they can send it in to us at overheardindc (at) gmail (dot) com.

Image posted to DCist photos by Flickr user adubyailkinson.