This week at Overheard, we’d like to take a moment to give thanks for a segment of the population that we feel is unfairly maligned. That’s right, we’re talking about you, Mr. Stares Blatantly at Women’s Breasts on the Metro. And you, sir, who just nearly walked into a pole while leering at the woman who just walked past. We raise our glasses to the guy surreptitiously taking pictures of girls’ rear ends on the metro. Yeah, we saw you do that. And we can’t even begin to thank all the fine gentlemen of LNS enough. We salute you all. Because regardless of what flaws the rest of us have as men, at least we can always point at you and say, “Well, at least we’re not that guy.” You always make us look better in comparison, as Mr. Rogers might say, “just by your being you.”

Quote of the Week

Chipotle in Silver Spring, over the Tuesday lunch hour:

Moron #1: “Dude, check out this chick behind us.”
[#1 and his friend turn around and blatantly look the girl in question up and down, not caring that she is close enough to both see and hear them.]
Moron #2: [notics that she’s wearing red shoes, nudges his friend] “Look, ruby slippers… There’s no place like my bed!”

After the jump, the perfect accessory for that little black dress, a severe failure of the Steve Jobs marketing machine, and the high cost of the perfect bowl of soup.

With so many folks out of town this weekend, it’ll be that much easier to overhear what those who are still around are saying. Send what you hear to overheardindc (at) gmail (dot) com.

Photo by Flickr user moriza, used under a Creative Commons license.