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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.
While some people announce who they really are, others can’t draw the lines between D.C., Maryland, and Virginia.
Overheard of the Week
In Dupont Circle:
Woman in her 20s to her two friends: “How yuppie are we? We did a yoga class and got a Jamba Juice.”
After the jump, politics, bars, and fun places.
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Not getting the concept
At the Georgetown DMV:
An early 20-something woman talking to the DMV clerk.
Woman: “I’d like a Virginia driver’s license please.”
DMV: nonplussed, “Why don’t you get a license in Virginia?”
Woman: “The processing center is far away.”
DMV: “I can’t help you, you’ll need to go to Virginia.”
Woman: “This is useless, they’re practically the same place.”
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But then there’s this
In a federal government building’s cafeteria:
One coworker to another while watching a Trump announcement.
Worker 1: “This is unfair. I’m a hard working American. He doesn’t represent me.”
Worker 2: “No! You’re a swamp monster. A Washington fat cat. We all are.”
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I’m sure your band is awesome
At Heat da Spot coffee shop in Columbia Heights:
A 20s-30s guy is talking about how hard it is to be a rock star with a lady about the same age.
Guy: “You can’t have a girlfriend or kids and be in my band!”
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Whoops
Two protesting men roughly in their 50s outside the White House:
Protester 1: (angrily shaking his fist at the WH) “THIS… BUTT KISSER OF VETERANS”
Protester 2: “I’m a veteran.”
Protester 1: stares
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Same
In a bar in Alexandria:
Two pseudo-intellectuals are tipsy and in a heated debate.
One yelling at the other: “I’M DONE WITH YOUR AYN RAND BULLSHIT!”
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Touché
At Budget car rental in Foggy Bottom:
Lady in her 50s, excitedly talking to an indifferent Budget employee in Foggy Bottom who mentioned he usually works at the airport.
Lady: “Which airport do you work at?”
Employee: “Reagan.”
Lady: “Oh… you aren’t from around here. WE don’t call it that. Reagan…. You know, no one asked US if we wanted the name changed. WE still call it National. That’s how I knew you weren’t around here.”
Employee: “I’m actually from here.”
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OH REALLY?
Wednesday evening on the tarmac at DCA, in a shuttle van from the puddle jumper to the terminal:
Older female tourist: “Oh yes, they have a great Metro here!”
Older male tourist: “Yep, I took it all the way to Baltimore last time!”
Older female tourist: “Silver Spring.”
Older male tourist: “Same thing.”
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I wish there were one here
On Georgia Avenue:
Guy on phone: “This ain’t no Dave and Busters. If you want games, go to Dave and Busters.”
Other guy with him. “Yeah, or Chuck E. Cheese.”
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If I had a nickel
At a house party:
A guy walks out of the house onto the patio where everyone is dancing to Spanish pop music and says, exasperated at being interrupted, “We were on Birkenstocks.com!”