Photo by lorigoldberg

Cell phone service is available in many Metro stations. While that might allow commuters to check their email or tool around on Facebook, it also means that they end up having phone conversations in otherwise cramped quarters. Don’t let us stop them, of course—some of the best stuff we get comes from someone blabbing away like no one around them can hear.

Overheard of the Week

On a Blue Line train to Franconia/Springfield during Monday morning rush hour:

Middle-aged man talking loudly on his cell phone: “Fine, but I’m not wearing women’s underwear again. A man’s gotta have his pride!”

After the jump, pole dancing on the Metro, beer in your uterus and texting protocol.

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Do the Metro Pole Dance

On the Metro headed to Takoma a little girl (four years old, maybe?) is swinging from pole to pole giggling with her dad.

Girl: “Daddy! We’re pole dancing! We’re pole dancing!”
Dad: Laughs. Yep. Sure are. Weee!
Girl: “Daddy! Do your pole dance!”
Dad: “Sweetheart, that’s part of the after-dark show”

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Not Quite in D.C., But Also Not in the Uterus

An undergraduate woman is in a bathroom stall on the Johns Hopkins Homewood campus. To her friend in the adjoining stall:

“It feels so good to pee: my uterus was, like, full of beer.”

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Maybe He’s Not That Into You

On the F6 going toward Silver Spring on a weekday after work, there was a group of girls at the back of the bus chatting loudly. One of the girls says:

“… and he texted back ‘what?’. I mean, who does that? You can’t just reply ‘what?’ when someone texts you ‘hi’.”

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Didn’t It Used to be Something Related to Shoe Size?

Woman loudly talking on cell phone walking outside Commissary Saturday afternoon:

“It’s always true: skinny, scrawny men are always bigger.”