Rachel Sadon
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Sometimes you just have to sit back and enjoy a good burn.
Overheard of the Week:
Two 20-something bros walking past the recently closed Gordon Biersch in Navy Yard around lunchtime on Tuesday:
Guy 1: “Oh yeah, this place just closed out of the blue like a week ago!”
Guy 2: “Wait this place!? We just started working in Navy Yard and I really wanted to try it.”
Guy 1: “You’re not missing out. It wasn’t good – it was like if TGI Fridays tried to be a brewpub.”
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Well that’s casual
Two men in their late 20s are waiting at the crosswalk sign at the corner of 14th and P NW on a Sunday:
Man 1: “I don’t know, what do you want to do this weekend? I’ve got a huge stash of meth.”
Man 2: “I don’t know, I really have to work tomorrow.”
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Oooof
At the Lost Dog Cafe, near Dunn Loring Metro, two 50-ish guys talking:
“I was really surprised after the divorce. If a guy has a steady job, a place to live he doesn’t share, a car, and a jacket size bigger than his waist size, you’re in the top bracket of eligible bachelors. I feel bad for women in the D.C. area.”
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Things move fast at 4
On an S9 bus heading north on 16th Street toward Silver Spring on a weekday morning. A little boy, about 4 years old, is talking his mom:
Boy, peering excitedly out the window: “Wow, look! A doggie!”
Mom: “Yeah!”
Boy, with a suddenly sullen face: “Actually I don’t like doggies or puppies.”
Mom: “Oh, really?!”
Boy: “I only like bears!”
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Washington at work, part I
On the Red Line from Union Station, three young twenty somethings are talking about their jobs:
“At the NSA you give up your moral compass day one.”
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Washington at work, part II
Two men in their 50s at Dolcezza at The Wharf are having a morning coffee and discussing difficulties at work:
“It is so insane, I start pulling my hair out every morning as soon as I get in.”
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Washington at work, part III
At the women’s restroom at Blackfinn at 6:30 on Friday evening, two early 20s coworkers are discussing their plans for the evening:
Woman 1: “I don’t want to go out tonight. I’m still in work clothes and I’m just not drunk enough.”
Woman 2: “I don’t think anyone is planning on going out…”
Woman 1: “(Male coworker’s name) definitely is! I’m just not there yet. I’m sober. I need to take a shot. I’m not on your guys’ level.”
Woman 2: “I’m barely buzzed…I could pass a breathalyzer!”
Woman 1: “Ugh let’s take shots.”
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Don’t know what’s going on here, but sounds correct
At Hook Hall, at 10 p.m. on Saturday, as 20-somethings get drunk outside while bat mitzvah attendees roller skate inside:
Woman: “I’m going to put my drink down on this baby changing station. Seems like the safest spot.”
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To be so confidently wrong
At the intersection of M Street and Wisconsin, a woman is talking to friends:
“Now this is Georgetown, not in D.C. anymore.”
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There you go
A couple standing outside Dupont Metro on Sunday morning:
Woman: “So we’re in real D.C. now, right?”
Man: “Yes, I think so.”
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Listen to Guy 2
At Joe and The Juice on 17th, two twenty somethings are probably talking about coronavirus:
Guy 1: “I’m not even worried. Look, I’m young, I can work from home. Worst case, I throw a little extra cash at Uber Eats.”
Guy 2: “That’s not how quarantines work.”
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The essentials!
Tuesday night on Silver Line train heading into D.C., a group of 20 somethings are discussing coronavirus:
Guy 1: “I didn’t even think of Coachella!”
Girl: “Are you going?”
Guy 1: “Yeah, I go like every year.”
Guy 2: “Maybe you’ll get a refund.”
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In case you needed reminding that we live in D.C.
At Toro Toro, a heated Harry Potter debate ensues about what house politicians fall into and if Trump is smart enough to be in Slytherin:
Woman, horrified: “IS BERNIE A SLYTHERIN?!?!”
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Good q
A group of friends in their 30s are chatting at Northside 10 in Alexandria on a Saturday evening:
Woman to a man in the group: “How is Trump allowed to keep his Twitter account and you’re not?”
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