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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.
D.C. gets a lot of crap from people in other places, but maybe they’re coming around.
Overheard of the Week
Young twenty-something male talking on the phone with, I think, his mom and was sitting against a wall in the sidewalk sort of slumped over: “In Michigan, I’m a 9. In D.C., I’m a 4. They’re all so beautiful here!!”
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Do what now
On an outside balcony in Northeast:
A couple and a guy friend are discussing recent dates.
“Remember that young lady I told you about? She’s great, I mean, she’s bourgeois but not in the bourgeois way I expected. I may want that on the constant.”
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What’s a festival without it?
At the Kingman Island Bluegrass Festival on Saturday:
A woman on cell phone traversing the knee deep mud: “Yeah, definitely wear something you don’t care about, it’s some straight up Woodstock/Fyre Festival shit over here.”
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Sounds like they’re headed in the right direction
At Kapnos Taverna in Ballston Saturday night:
Walking out of the restaurant near a group of women, probably in their 20s, discussing where to go next.
Woman 1: “Which cross street is A-Town?”
Woman 2: “I think just down there.”
Woman 1: “I just want to go where dreams go to die.”
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Terrible name or great name?
Sunday evening on Capitol Hill:
A man is walking a small terrier.
Man: “Come on, come on….
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😐
On an Arlington bound Metro train:
A local pregnant women is talking loudly to Canadian tourists, sharing a lot of personal details:
“Oh, my husband earns about as much as a lawyer so we’re going to be fine” [when the baby comes].
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Pool games get intense
A hot afternoon in Yards Park so the water feature area is packed with kids:
A group is splashing around in the wading pool playing a game of Marco Polo.
One kid is swimming around the edge of the game shouting repeatedly “Mercenary for hire! Mercenary for hire!”
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That took a turn
Two friends, women in their mid to late 30s, having dinner Sunday evening on the patio at Lavagna:
“I have enough scrabble games on my phone to not have to go on social media when I poop. I’m not proud of who I am…”
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If only
On the Yellow Line towards Huntington, in a car with broken air conditioning:
An older gentleman dressed in a WMATA uniform gets on, looks around, and says to the woman next to him: “It’s hot in here. Somebody should report this.”
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