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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.
It’s summer in D.C., which means a few things: tourists, humidity, and interns. Interns keep the city running, or at least the copy machine running. And while it may seem like they are doing menial, boring work, they are actually getting a good idea of what office like is really like.
Overheard of the Week
Thursday lunchtime at the Connecticut Avenue Shake Shack:
Three college interns wearing seersucker suits and bow ties are finishing up their ShackBurgers and fries.
Intern 1: “What are you doing for the rest of day?”
Intern 2: “I’m going to check Bloomberg, then some blogs, then wait for someone to give me something to do.”
After the jump, baseball, dumb kids, and cool adults.
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Nats fever, sweeping the nation
On a crowded Green Line train headed towards Suitland on game day:
Tourist dad to group of people wearing Nats hats: “You guys Nats fans?”
Fans say yes.
Dad: “Barper, uh, Harper playing today?”
Fans: unintelligible blabber.
Dad: “Is Harper pitching today?”
Fans: unintelligible blabber.
Dad: “What does Harper do?”
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A lack of knowledge gets me going
Mid to late twenty-somethings on a Tinder first date on the patio at Alba Osteria at 4th and K Streets NW:
Woman who’s been talking about her upcoming travels to South Africa for a while: “I’m also going to Zimbabwe.”
Man: “In Australia!?”
Woman: “We should leave.”
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Please explain
In Woodbridge Ikea on July 18th:
While looking at a large photo with D.C. monuments lit up at night, one woman (in her mid-twenties): “You know, D.C. really isn’t that photogenic.”
Other woman: “Yeah, it’s just a bunch of buildings and monuments.”
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Dude, why do I have 20 jars of spaghetti sauce
Thursday, July 16th in Dupont Circle:
Two guys remembering a previous night out
Guy 1: “I lost my Costco card! Not even my credit card, my Costco card! Like, what the hell!”
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This is a nice mom.
Walking down the Avenue in Del Ray:
A woman was talking to presumably her husband and her son. Evidently she was visiting the son who was providing less than optimal accommodations.
Mom: “It’s okay, I like to sleep on the floor at home sometimes.”
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Frozen, indeed
In a men’s room in a federal office building:
Man, singing to himself: “Let it go, let it go … can’t hold my pee anymore…”
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Kids these days need to rethink their priorities
In Columbia Heights:
Dad is walking to school with his six or 7-year-old daughter, who is wearing a pink backpack.
Dad: “Do you want a jet-pack for your birthday?”
Little girl: “NO!”
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No one mails anymore
At the Washington Square U.S. Post Office, 18th and M Streets NW:
Two UPS guys bring a cartload of boxes into the Post Office.
Post Office employee: “Great! That’s our supplies we need!”
UPS Guy: “That’s what Brown do for you.”
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Good luck with that
Outside the Pentagon City Metro:
A middle-aged woman, followed by husband, two kids, and grandma, is running towards the 16G bus
Woman asks to bus driver: “Is this the Yellow Line? We are on our way to explore D.C.”
Bus driver: [shakes head in disagreement]
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And finally, I want to party with them
On an Orange Line train heading toward New Carrollton:
An elderly couple (in their eighties or nineties) is discussing an upcoming funeral that neither wants to attend.
Woman: “I don’t think people are going to be drinking.”
Man: “What!? It’s at two o’clock in the afternoon. What else are we gonna do?”
