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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, and check out the archives here.
With marijuana’s legalization in D.C., it seems like people are talking about it more. It’s hard to tell if they’re using it more, or it it’s just ok to admit it in public now. Which means folks we might not expect are talking about it. Don’t tell Jeff Sessions.
Overheard of the Week
In an elevator near McPherson Square:
Two older men (40-50 years old) wearing really nice suits are talking.
Man 1: “J and H were sloshed last night.”
Man 2: “Really?”
Man 1: “They were slurring their words. I had to tell them ‘take it easy, this is your event!'”
(Brief pause for 5 seconds)
Man 1: “That’s why I smoke weed. Stay chilled out, nobody can tell…”
After the jump, tourists, diners, and the F-word!
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Zing
At Grosvenor station on a weekday morning:
Automated metro announcement: “If you see something, say something.”
Woman on the platform: “Yeah, I see something suspicious—it’s rush hour and there are no trains!”
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The wine list?
At Agora restaurant:
A trio of women—presumably a family with grandmother, professionally dressed mother, and younger daughter—are mulling on what to order.
Professional asks the waitress: “So…I don’t like sauce. Or tomatoes. Or bread. What would you recommend?”
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Vigilantism
Dupont Circle Nail Salon, Sunday 9pm:
The place is packed with women getting mani-pedis, and there’s wine.
“… if that girl busted his windows, I’m sure he deserved it.”
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Look up
Two women standing on corner in Georgetown across the street from Banana Republic:
One types, “Banana Republic” into her phone and exclaims, “It’s only a two minute walk to Banana Republic!”
After taking two steps and looking up at the store she comments, “It’s right there. Jesus!”
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Must have been a crazy night
At 1 a.m. in Adams Morgan:
One drunk friend to another: “You know what, I’m sorry. I’m not in New Jersey any more. And you know where I am? D.C.”
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Savvy tourist or jaded jerk?
At Little Coco’s in Columbia Heights:
One employee to another, presumably talking about a trip to Peru: “I just don’t care that much to go to Macchu Picchu. There are so many ruins there. I’ve seen pictures so many times. You hike there, you take the same pictures as everybody else. So what?”
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Music appreciation
Sunday night at 10 p.m., outside Harris Teeter on First Street NE:
A trumpeter is there, he’s always there playing the Rocky theme song, the theme from Indiana Jones, and the Star Spangled Banner in various orders. Just those three songs.
Man from Flats 130, the apartment building directly above: “Shut up, it’s 10 p.m. on a Sunday night!”
Trumpeter: “F*ck you bro!”
He immediately begins to play the Star Spangled Banner.
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Maybe they should talk to the Macchu Picchu guy.
While sitting on a bench in Haupt Garden outside the Sackler Gallery:
A man is making a video with his iPhone and says “…and now I’ll zoom in on the cherry blossoms. They’re the whole reason we came to Washington…” —while zooming in on the blossoms of a magnolia tree.
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Who knew
Two 20-something women walking along the sidewalk in downtown Bethesda:
Woman 1: “If you ever, like, go to Thailand, you will, like have the best pad thai EVER!”
Woman 2: “No way, really?”
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Good luck on your Supreme Court seat
At GW Law School:
Conversation between two first years: “My favorite thing about law school is all the atheists.”
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Must be nice
In Columbia Heights:
Man is talking on the phone when, apparently, it stops working.
“Man, these f*cking phones. You really gonna go out like that?”
He then angrily slams his phone into a trashcan and continues walking.
