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Metro has been a lot of problems recently. However, maybe there’s another way of looking at Metro foibles.

Overheard of the Week

On the Green Line, between Georgia Ave and Columbia Heights stations:

The train stops, then proceeds to jerk forward and reverse a nausea-inducing four or five times.

Random guy on train: “Hey—it’s the remix!”

After the jump, jerks, dumbasses, and jerky dumbasses.

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You’re doing Lance Armstrong wrong

In front of Julia’s Empanadas on Connecticut:

20-something guy to two 20-something friends: “Mike and I ran a 5K last summer wasted! It was brutal.”

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How weird! It’s almost like they are trying to be secretive.

Coming out of a screening of Zero Dark Thirty:

Two guys are discussing the character of Maya, the CIA agent played by Jessica Chastain: “Who is this woman? I’ve never heard of her or seen her in any interviews.”

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Helping people is stupid

On a rainy Tuesday evening, around 7:30pm outside the Dupont Circle Starbucks:

Two professionally-dressed young women (early-mid 20s) are talking.

Woman 1: “Everyone is in nonprofit. I hate nonprofits!”
Woman 2 (sympathetically): “Yeah”

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This is complicated

On the S9 bus to Silver Spring:

Guy 1: “I don’t know, man. She’s been through a lot, but this, there were women’s shoes on my floor.”
Guy 2: “But you were innocent!”
Guy 1: “Yeah, but I’m a guy. I should have taken the transvestite route. She might have believed that.”

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That must not be from the King James Version

At 17th and Church after a driver failed to yield to a pedestrian in the crosswalk on her way to church and an argument ensued:

Pedestrian: “I got your tag number!”
Driver: “You need to take communion! Jesus saved my life, and you can kiss my ass!”

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Like most things, soap and water are more expensive there

Sunday afternoon, two guys walking out from LevelOne restaurant on 17th St (presumably having just finished Disco Brunch):

Guy: “Yeah, and the gays are cleaner here than in New York, too.”

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And finally… this is just terrible.

Two girls in their twenties at BGR in DuPont for lunch. They were discussing being a bride.

Girl 1: “I’m unselfish 395 days of the year. Aren’t there 396 usually?”
Girl 2: “Um yeah, 396 days. I was calculating because there are 52 weeks.”
Girl 1: “Yeah.”