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Welcome 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.
D.C. has a lot of lawyers (and a lot of law students.) Lawyers may have a reputation as no-fun pencil-pushers, but maybe that characterization is incorrect.
Overheard of the Week
Outside a D.C. law school:
Him: “Hey, I haven’t seen you since that one class we had together…[says name of class.]”
Her: “That’s right. How are you?”
Him: “That was a great class. Some great statutes.”
After the jump, dumb folks, Crystal City, and more.
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Please note that you are in Crystal City
At Good Stuff Eatery in Crystal City at noon on a Friday:
Forty-something woman to her friend: “Wow. I just can’t believe it. There are really NO hipsters in D.C. I mean, look around!”
Friend: “Yeah, we’re a strictly suit-and-tie city, straight-laced, no flannel. People don’t even go out drinking here.”
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Right
In a co-working space:
An artsy-looking guy is on the phone: “We could look at all the different types of human trafficking over time! … Yeah, it’s dark, but it could be fun!”
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I think she left out some lessons
On the Circulator towards Georgetown Tuesday night:
A woman on the phone: “Until the age of 8 I had a governess.”
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Is that so?
Denson bar, Saturday night:
Two men and a woman are sitting at the bar.
Woman: “Don’t believe all that feminist stuff. Girls just want to be objectified. They just want to be told their asses look good.”
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We admire your dedication
Walking past the Thurgood Marshall Judiciary Building near Union Station:
Elderly woman walking with what seems to be the daughter she is visiting: “Since I’ve been here I’ve gone to the gym every day, for, like, three times a week!”
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People of Walmart has come to D.C.
In Walmart on H St NW, about 5 p.m. on Sunday, Feb. 1.
Mother to daughter, about age 7: “If you ask for something one more time, I’m going to cut your lips off and flush them down the toilet. You know, there’s people out here who wish they had lips, and you use yours too much.”
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That sounds super fun
Stepping onto the ice rink at Canal Park:
Two thirty-something adults, one man, one woman, are talking.
Woman: “I only do this every couple of years or so.”
Man: “It’s just like falling off a bike! You can’t mess it up.”
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Let’s play fill in the blanks!
On the S4 bus:
Early 20’s woman on the phone:
“So tell me about this Tinder guy.”
(listening)
“He seems really burly and jacked.”
(listening)
“It’s so sweet that he drove you to get your cat neutered. Is the cat really aggressive and weird now?”
(listening)
“I don’t know, all cats hate me.”
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Zing
At Matchbox Chinatown:
A twenty-something couple is clearly on a first date:
Woman: “Where do you work?”
Man: “Do you know where Dulles Airport is?”
Woman: “Far, far away.”
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Talking about a Tinder date?
On the 800 block of H Street NW:
Sharply dressed thirty-something man talking authoritatively on cell phone while walking briskly, as if with purpose: “Well, somebody better do something about it or it could literally be the end of the world as we know it!”
