Photo by Cazimiro

How about that Metrorail system? It goes wherever you want it to, except when there’s single-tracking, you’re on the Red Line, there’s track work, it’s rush hour, it’s a holiday or you like using escalators. And maybe there’s a reason for that.

On a Metro platform waiting for the last Orange Line train of the night:

A group of four Metro construction workers are waiting to begin rail work.

Worker No. 1: “I’ll make about 120 grand this year.”
Worker No. 2: “Yeah, that’s about right for me, too but what about [name]? He’s going to be getting a shitload more than that for overtime that he doesn’t even work.”
Worker No. 3: “And [name]? He’s making just as much and his team leader lets him clock hours when no one else on his team’s working.”

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After the jump, fashion trends, romance, sex and booze.

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Who says D.C. doesn’t have fashion sense?

On Massachusetts Avenue a few days ago on a very cold morning with 25-mile-per-hour winds:

An early-20-something is striding briskly up Massachusetts Avenue wearing Ugg boots, taupe-colored pantyhose, a light tweed jacket, and a miniskirt that cannot measure more than 14 inches. She has a large tote bag over her shoulder which is pulling the miniskirt up. She is trailed by a couple of pedestrians in wool pants, heavy overcoats, gloves & scarves.

One of the pedestrians heads towards the entrance of a building. Just as she reaches it, she yells at Ugg Girl, about 20 yards ahead: “YOUR BUTT CHEEKS ARE SHOWING!”

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Love at first sight

On the patio at Lauriol Plaza:

Two early-20-ish guys are talking.

First guy: “Hey, how’d it go? Did you finally call her?”
Second guy: “Yeah, I was like ‘Hey Megan’ and she was like ‘My name is Kristin’… so, whatever.”

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Don’t forget the cupcake stores

On F Street NW near Metro Center:

Tourist woman to possibly tourist man: “I am surprised at how much ‘city’ D.C. actually is. I thought it was just the monuments and stuff.”

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Dating is complicated

A recent Thursday at the AMC Loews movie theater in Georgetown:

Three women in their early 20s are walking out of the bathroom.

Woman No. 1: “I recommended some nice restaurants to him, but he might think I’m too bougie.”
Woman No. 2: “Bitch, what are you, a Marxist scholar?”

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He deserves a big tip

At Iron Horse bar about 9:30 p.m. on Saturday:

A drunk girl leaning heavily on a bar stool orders three regular Jäger-bomb and one double.

Bartender: “You know that a double alone is an $18 drink, right?”
Drunk girl: “Oh. Well, what’s worse than a Jäger-bomb then?”
Bartender: “I could go get you some toilet water.”

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Attention airlines: new marketing campaign

Friday evening on a sidewalk near Union Station:

A 20-something, professionally dressed woman talking on her cell phone: “You flew 1200 miles for a booty call?”

Walks out of earshot.

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Insert withdrawal joke here

In a bank on Capitol Hill:

Woman talking into cellphone while standing in front of a bank teller: “I mean, there’s nothing wrong with it, but a virgin? A 17-year old virgin? In this day and age? It’s a little weird.”

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Too late, you’re at Giant

Just outside the Columbia Heights Giant:

Late 20s woman walking with her friend leaving the Columbia Heights Giant: “There’s really no way to reduce that bill unless we eat like shit.”

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She has a point… but does anyone ever drink it to not get drunk?

On Thursday, early evening outside Haydee’s restaurant in Mt. Pleasant:

Young couple exchanges a brief kiss.

Young man: “You’re drunk, aren’t you?”
Young woman: “Why do you say that?”
Young man: “Because your breath smells like tequila.”
Young woman (indignantly): “That’s just because I was drinking tequila!”