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While the weather forecasters were only about as many inches as they predicted off on the snow, at least people seemed to not panic as much—there didn’t seem to be crazy lines at grocery stores for milk, toilet paper, and the like. But maybe people were making other preparations.

Overheard of the Week

In the Safeway at 5th and K streets the night before the storm:

Woman, into her phone: “You got the scotch, right? I got the wine, but did you get the scotch? I’ll love you forever… or at least until tomorrow.” (Pause.) “OK, then we’re breaking up.”

After the jump, neighborhood critics, unanswerable questions, and more.

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Dummy, or commentary on how the neighborhood has changed?

Monday about 6:30 p.m. on the 96 bus on 18th Street NW, just passing Madam’s Organ:

One college-aged woman to another as they gape out the window: “This looks just like Adams Morgan, even though it isn’t!”

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I dunno, she sounds pretty funny to me:

Outside the Foggy Bottom Metro on Saturday afternoon:

Woman in her mid-20s is walking and talking to a friend: “She’s crazy. And not in the fun way either. Last week she texted me saying, ‘I just broke up with my boyfriend, so I guess I really am giving up meat for Lent.’ You see the shit I have to deal with?”

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A question many have asked:

At Meridian Pint on Saturday, about 10:15 p.m.:

Woman to her friend: “So, what’s the deal with Baltimore?”

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Teaching the kids, sort of

In the transit exhibit in the National Museum of American History:

A man and woman in their mid-30s are walking with their two children. The woman, holding hands with her 5 year old daughter, approaches the model ship display case:

Mom: “Look, that’s the Santa Maria. That’s the ship that Christopher Columbus sailed on to discover America.”
Dad: “…ish”
Mom: “Well, yeah… ish”

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Maybe he just likes nice cars:

Last Saturday afternoon, at a Starbucks on Wisconsin Avenue NW:

A man in his mid-30s dressed in khaki pants, blue blazer and sporting a Don Draper-like haircut is talking on loudly his cell phone:

“Oh yeah? So which one did you like the best out of all the test drives? No wait, let me guess. The Mercedes?”