Photo by Matt.Dunn.

Washington’s kind of an uppity town in general — what, with all the political ire and whatnot. But once you put our city under a dome of heat like the one that’s currently encapsulating the District, well, that just pushes people to the breaking point.

Overheard of the Week

At a midnight showing of The Dark Crystal at E Street Cinema, just as the movie
is about to start, someone in the audience shouts out.

“Fuck Harry Potter!”

Keep reading for tips on dating, drunk people and when not to drop a Rosa Parks reference on Metrobus.

Overheard in D.C. depends on you to send in the funny and weird stuff you hear. But make sure you tell us who said it, where and in what context.

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A black hole, perhaps?

Tuesday, July 12, 5:15 p.m. on the 52 bus to Columbia Heights, just north of Thomas Circle. Two girls, possibly interns, but definitely new government workers, talking about the D.C. dating scene. Girl 1 had previously mentioned that she was from Vermont, but had lived in NYC the last two years.

Girl 1: “I mean, I know I’ve only been here 2 months, but the dating scene is horrible. I’ve been hit on by three different guys who all started off by asking me what I was eating or drinking…Its called a pizza, thanks.”
Girl 2: “I know, I mean, I don’t know if its because the city started as a swamp, but it’s some kind of vortex.”

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But which one pushed you over the edge?

In the Farragut West Metro station just after happy hour on Wednesday:

Woman in her mid-20s on the phone: “Oh, I dumped that guy a long time ago. He was a huge jerk. And his face looked like an asshole.”

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That’s an important distinction

Two twenty-something women gossiping on the Red Line at Silver Spring:

Woman: “Wait, did you say “married” or “pregnant”?”

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This is what Congress does to you

Happy hour at Capitol Lounge. Two young female staffers are discussing the stress that the debt ceiling debacle has caused in their jobs:

“You know, after that meeting I realized I’m in an abusive relationship with the Republican party…but still, I just can’t leave.”

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HEY YOU! PROCREATE!

In Georgetown, on Thursday after work:

“Yeah, but you will do it though. I mean, you won’t want to, but you’ll have kids.”

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With three more, you can stage your own football game

2 very inebriated, very passionate Redskins fans at the Nats game on July 9:

Guy 1: “What are you gonna do about the NFL lockout?”
Guy 2: “I don’t know, man!”
[pause]
Guy 2: “I’m seein’ 19 of you, man!”

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Sweet, dude

On the Blue Line headed towards Largo, at the Stadium-Armory stop on a Saturday, around 2 p.m.:

4 twenty-somethings, 2 female, 2 male, sitting and chatting:

Guy: “So, yeah, now I’m really into dinosaurs and roller coasters.”

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Rediscover the bus

Packed S9 bus heading up 16th Street during evening rush hour. A visually impaired man gets on with his seeing-eye dog and sits in the handicapped seat, his backpack in the seat next to him and his large dog lying at his feet. At the next stop, more people cram onto the bus.

Young woman, loudly, in snottiest voice possible: “Why isn’t someone sitting in that seat?,” referring to the seat next to the visually impaired man.
Second woman, in calm, almost equally loud voice, as if addressing a child: “Because he’s a visually impaired man who has to make sure no one sits next to him so that they won’t step on his seeing-eye dog.”

Whole bus laughs.

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You’re kind of all over the place here

Early 20s woman, wearing bright orange sunglasses and platinum blond hair, comes out of the gym at noon at 18th & Q Streets. On the phone:

“Ugh, it been the worst day…I mean, is this place like New York with bums everywhere?…I told my mom, ‘you certainly wouldn’t see bums around Miami!’…Well, I guess not in Georgetown maybe.”

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Yay Geography!

In line at The Reef on 18th Street on Saturday night:

Man 1: “So, we’re at the intersection of Adams and Morgan streets?”
Man 2: “No, Adams Morgan is the area. This is Adams Mill Road.”

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She’s got a point

On the 32 bus heading toward Southeast.

Man: “I don’t have to be quiet… when Rosa Parks was told to sit in the back of the b–“
Woman [interrupting]: “Rosa Parks didn’t sit on no bus so you could ack a foo’!”

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I’m guessing yes

Two (presumably) college-age women sitting at a table. One says to the other:

“I mean, how hard can it be to work every day? I mean, I know she stands for eight hours, but does she have to do anything else?”