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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Overheard of the Week: 

A man and a woman in their 40s walking through John Marshall Park after having just left a David’s Tent DC worship service:

The man enthusiastically says to the woman, “WOW! The Holy Spirit really whacked me!”

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Is it like that? Is anything like that? 

Overheard in Courthouse, weekend of Memorial Day: 

Woman to her friends: “It’s like pooping in the shower. It happens but it’s not suggested.”

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A beautiful message about unconditional love 

Overheard at the Cheesecake Factory on H Street NW, a guy standing with his two friends: 

“Look, I love my parents; but even if I didn’t, I ain’t getting nothing from ’em when they die.”

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And a practical one about extremely conditional love … 

In the Mt. Vernon neighborhood of Baltimore, a woman in her 20s is power-walking down the street on a phone call:

After a well-attended show at Wolf Trap, the exiting crowd sweeps everyone toward parking:

One friend to another: “Behold the nightly migration of the summer spectators.”
Nearby mother with piggyback toddler: “Some even bring their young.”

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Sorry to say those two things are not mutually exclusive … potentially even the opposite

At an unlisted location, a young adult daughter is jokingly teasing her laughing mother:

Mother (turning serious): “I hope you’re not going to be mean to me when I am old.”
Daughter (deadpan without skipping a beat): “No, I will be on Zoloft.”

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The chilled wine will help with that burn!

Two 40-something women having dinner at a Northwest D.C. bistro:

One asks the waiter: “Is your Chardonnay buttery or oaky?”
“Neither,” he snaps back. “It’s French.”

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Location, location, location

Overheard at Tiki TNT in Navy Yard: 

Mid-20s guy to his female drinking companion: “Just because I like the Naval Academy doesn’t mean I like the navy.”

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