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People say D.C. isn’t a sports city. We have all the teams, but the argument is that the folks who attend sporting events here aren’t good fans — they’re detached, not knowledgeable, and many aren’t fans at all. Maybe these people have a point.
Overheard of the Week
In line for Shake Shack at Nationals Park:
20-something guy to his confused girlfriend: “Nationals isn’t a baseball thing. You just do whatever you want.”
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After the jump, tourists, the changing city, and kids, adorable and otherwise.
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#wesleyheightsproblems
At Wagshal’s on New Mexico Avenue NW:
60-something asks the cashier in a panic: “Are you ALL OUT of Parisian baguettes??”
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Maybe we can trade it for Arlington?
At Chadwick’s in Georgetown:
Two 20-something girls discussing being in Georgetown: “So, here’s Virginia and here’s D.C., but we’re in Georgetown. It’s technically in D.C., but it’s, like, its own entity. And there’s no Metro.”
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The city is changing
On the Green Line about 10 p.m. Friday night after the Nats game:
Train operator announces that Shaw/Howard is the next stop.
Young drunk girl in her early 20s stands up with both arms in the air and yells: “SHAW! That’s my stop! The only stop for ham and sherry!”
Man in 40s: “It used to be the only stop for heroin.”
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Fascinating, thank you for calling me
Late Saturday morning at Firehook Bakery in Capitol Hill:
Baby Boomer woman in shorts and tennis shoes, talking on cell phone: “Let me tell you something. My feet are starting to smell really bad.”
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They will find you
On the patio at Meridian Pint at 10:30 p.m. on Sunday night:
A chatty 20-something to her two friends: “Here’s the thing: don’t ever cheat in an ostrich race.”
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This is what happens when people rely only on their phones for directions, rather than their eyes
At the Southwest corner of Lafayette Park, at Pennsylvania Avenue and Jackson Place around noon:
Two young tourists, about 16 or 17, are standing.
Girl 1: “We need to find Pennsylvania Avenue to get to the White House.”
Girl 2: “I think that street is close, maybe walking distance.”
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Lil’ environmentalist
On an Orange Line train to Vienna, passing over the Anacostia River between Minnesota Avenue and Stadium Armory stations:
A young girl of about four is talking to her father and looking out the window.
Dad, pointing to the Anacostia: “What’s that, baby?”
Girl: “Water… dirty water!”
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At a bar in Barracks Row on Friday night:
“Blurred Lines” is playing.
20-something woman: “No really, I totally know this song. It’s Barry White!”
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Not all kids are adorable
Tourist family walking toward Union Station:
Two boys (maybe six or seven-years-old) are talking.
First boy: “If you hit me it won’t hurt.”
Second boy: “I’ll kick you in the balls!”
