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Overheard of the Week
Three teenage girls on the D6 leaving Union Station on Monday evening:
Girl 1: “He called her a piece of meat.”
Girl 2: “He called her ‘pork chop.'”
Girl 3: “Those aren’t even expensive.”
After the jump, easy career shifts, diversity on campus, and 90s movie references.
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Yeah you know, no big deal
Thursday evening in Georgetown:
Thursday evening, two early twenty somethings CLEARLY on a first date are walking.
Girl: “So, like, if you didn’t have to work now, what would you do?”
Guy: “Probably be a professional soccer player in Europe…”
Girl: “Oooooh.”
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Fifty Shades of White
On Georgetown’s campus:
two grad students are comparing their undergraduate universities to Georgetown. One of them went to the University of Colorado-Boulder for undergrad.
Guy 1: “So how does it compare as far as diversity?”
Guy 2: “Oh, Boulder has a VERY diverse campus.”
Guy 1: “Really?”
Guy 2: “Well, not racially, no.”
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Deep, existential questions in the workplace
In an office building at 14th and K around 12:30 on Thursday:
Man talking loudly on his cellphone while waiting for the elevator: “I think there is some confusion as to who Jeffrey is. What is Jeffrey’s function? Who is he, and why?!”
(Name changed.)
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This dad is pretty cool
In Fado one evening:
A father and his pre-teen daughter are preparing to leave. The guy was wearing a nice
winter coat, so the daughter said to him, “You look like one of those
people in the black and white movies.”
Dad smiles and says, “Did you know color wasn’t invented until the 1970s? Literally everything looked black and white before that.”
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Traffic Cop Dredd
At the intersection of Connecticut and K on a cold and rainy Tuesday morning:
A traffic policewoman lets 2 cars drive through at a red light, stopping people midway across the street.
Man in a suit, yelling: “Oh come on, it’s a red light, you shouldn’t have let them go!”
Traffic policewoman yells back: “Whatever, I AM THE LIGHT!”
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Hey-o!
At Garfield Park on the Friday after Thanksgiving:
The park is teeming with kids and grandparents.
One grandmotherly-woman to another: “I said just the tip, Agnes. Just the tip!”
(Name changed)
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Someone has been watching too much Jack Frost (the one without Michael Keaton)
On U Street on Thursday night:
Homeless man singing to himself: “You better watch out. You better not cry. I’m tellin’ you why: Santa Claus is dressed to KILL!”
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A pick-up line, or just trying to find somebody he could talk to?
At a party in Columbia Heights:
A young man from a French speaking country interrupts two young ladies who are engaged in conversation.
Guy: “Parlez-vous francais?”
Girl: (annoyed) “No.”
Guy: “Why not?”
Girl: “Because I’m from fucking Nebraska.” (turns her back on him and resumes her conversation)
