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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. Check out the archives here.

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Sometimes the stereotypes are just true.

Overheard of the Week

Two late twenty-somethings are crossing Pennsylvania Avenue: 

Woman 1: “He acts like he’s on House of Cards or something.”
Woman 2: “Ha, more like Veep.”

Maybe just get an advisor? 

Two college students at lunch at DC Noodles: 

Girl 1: “I just want like Joe Biden or someone to tell me what to major in. No, Liz Warren. I want Liz Warren to take me by the shoulders and tell me what to do.”

Still no  

Crossing the Potomac on Metro: 

Child, looking out the window: “Ooh, is that a pond?”
Mom: “No sweetie, that’s a lake.”

If this isn’t Lasik, we don’t want to know

A woman is walking down Kalorama past Harris Teeter, talking on a cellphone:

“Did I tell you I’m going to Los Angeles? To get my eyes done! … I don’t know, I feel like the doctors here will, like, screw it up.”

???

Three 20-something tourists, two men and a woman, walking towards the Washington Monument:

Guy:  “I took another look at that dick pic last night and I still don’t think it is mine.”

Not exactly a debate champion

On the platform waiting for Metro. A man is speaking to someone over the phone:

Man: “You keep saying it’s 2020 and women don’t need a man. Let me ask you something—can you give yourself an orgasm?”
Woman on the other end of the line, clear as day: “Yes I can.”
Man: “But that would get old after a while.”
Woman appears to hang up on him.

True conversationalists 

Three twenty-something men walking in Dupont around lunchtime Monday:

Guy 1: “I love tacos so much, man.”
Guy 2: “I know man, tacos.”
Guy 3: “Tacos, man.”

So many follow up questions 

Man in late twenties or early thirties walking from the Silver Spring Transit Center, talking on the phone:

“The electric slide! Can you believe it? They made me dance the fucking electric slide! That’s the song that got me kicked out of my third grade dance competition!”

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