Photo by Jim DarlingWelcome back to Overheard in D.C., DCist’s weekly column of funny, strange, and poignant things that our readers and staff overhear and send in. We’ve been doing it since 2006, so check out the archives here.
Being a friend has changed a lot in the past decade or so—phones mean you can make and change plans quickly, while email and social media let you keep in touch easier. But clearly that’s not always for the best.
Overheard of the Week
On the rooftop of Whitlows:
Two girls in their early twenties are talking.
Girl 1: “You’re a bad friend… you didn’t reach out when my dog Rocky died.”
Girl 2: “Oh my God, I’m so sorry! I didn’t know!”
Girl 1: “Yes you did… you liked my Facebook status.”
Girl 2: “Oh my God, how is Rocky?”
Girl 1: “Rocky is dead, obviously.”
After the jump, a plethora of forehead-smacking tidbits.
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Yes, you are right.
On the Red line:
Three middle school boys, about 12 years old, with Gonzaga t-shirts are talking. One says: “Man, I haven’t golfed in forever. It’s crazy.”
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Diplomacy works
At the Nationals/Phillies game Friday night:
A couple is being handsy; he is pinching her knee.
Him: “I’m like Iran. I might not show you my weapons, but you know I have them.”
Her: “Yeah, but I have sanctions.”
Him: (lets go of her knee) “I hear you. I hear what you’re saying.”
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Purr-tection
On the Green line on a weekday morning commute from Columbia Heights to Chinatown:
Two twenty-something women who are clearly cat enthusiasts are talking about a cat video they came across. One says to the other: “I need to send it to my co-worker. She’s also obsessed with her cat. The first thing she said to me on my first day of work was ‘I think my cat has herpes.'”
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Interns!
On a bench in the Gallery Place/Chinatown Metro:
Two early twenty-something girls who appear to be undergrads are sitting.
Girl 1: “…so I am going to be their new Development Intern.”
Girl 2: “Oh cool. so what will you do?”
Girl 1: “I don’t really know what that means, but I guess I’ll find out on Monday when I start. I don’t really know anything about what they do there.”
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They need lawyers too
At 5:30 p.m. Thursday on H Street, near the new Walmart:
Two Georgetown Law students chatting, a young guy and girl.
Girl: “So where are you from?”
Guy: “Ohio.”
Girl: “Really? My roommate is from Ohio.”
Guy: “Cool. Where?”
Girl: “Someplace where there is a lot of Amish people.”
Guy: “Oh my god! Your roommate is Amish?!?!”
Girl: (Shaking her head) “No!”
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Time travel is real
On the Woodley/McPherson Circulator as it drives through Columbia Heights:
Twenty-something girl to her friend: “If Columbia Heights had a Cava Mezze, it would do really well. Or something like a Panera.”
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White House staff kegger tonight!!
Monday, September 8 around 8 p.m on Lafayette Square:
In front of the Dolley Madison House on H and Madison, near the White House. A couple is walking with a stroller in front of the Dolley Madison House facing the square.
Woman: “You don’t think any of these are apartments…do you?”
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People are dumb
Sunday, sitting in Molly Malone’s watching the season opener for football:
A young, hip-looking couple is sitting. Suddenly the guy says to the girl: “Domestic violence doesn’t count as domestic if it’s in public, right?”
