“If I see another white-girl with fro-yo I’m gonna puke.”
–Columbia Heights
“If I see another white-girl with fro-yo I’m gonna puke.”
–Columbia Heights
Guy preaching about the ills of the world on the metro:
“I just hope my grandparents die this year, what with the estate tax being in such flux.”
Overheard at the Corcoran Gallery, early afternoon, August 28
Frazzled woman to a museum greeter, after pushing through the rally crowds:
Where’s the nearest place to get a cab? I didn’t realize all these awful people would be here. I need to go to the Phillips Collection immediately.
I was at the CVS in Bethesda waiting for my prescription by the pharmacy, and this older guy comes up and asked the clerk “Do you have the generic of KY?”
And then, what I thought he said was “It’s not like my daughter is going to care about name brand or not.”
Just as I’m thinking about how disgusting that is, the clerk basically yells “FOR YOUR DOG?!?”
The guy responds “yes, for my dog” as if nothing is strange about that at all. The clerk composes himself and helps the guy find the generic version, while I’m left trying not to wonder why he needs KY for his dog….
Guy at Adams Morgan waiting for a delayed metro:
“I was looking at a metro map the other day, and I wonder: why do they have metro stops like White Flint and Twinbrook? Is that necessary? Do people even exist that far out?”
Young woman (20s) on Red line in evening, talking on cell phone:
“You’re going out with Terry? . . . You’re gonna have a great time. He’s gonna get you so trashed you’re gonna forget what sex you are! . . . . Yeah, I went out with him. I hated him the next day.”
Well-dressed man in his 50s to his well-dressed date in her 40s, walking on Florida Avenue Saturday Night near Restaurant Nora: “Let’s just get some coke and go dancing.”
“OK I’ve stopped listening to your conversation. I’m going back to looking at pictures of Channing Tatum.”
–Guy at Tune Inn.
Overheard on the patio of a Dupont Circle cafe, by a well-dressed blonde woman in her 20s:
“Things have certainly changed since I was a hipster and I had to wear a burqa!”
Heard this gem coming back from U St. Friday night: “Yeah, well, this one night I met some girl on the green line and totally made out with her before the orange line”