Eavesdrop DC

In the cafeteria at the headquarters of a national intelligence agency:
Young Cool Professional Guy 1, indicating his dark yellow dress shirt: “…it’s dusky saffron.”
Young Cool Professional Guy 2: “No. It’s Champagne baby shit.”

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At the headquarters of a US Government agency, overheard from another room:
“…national priorities…mumble…United States Government policy…mumble mumble…your ideas make you sound like an Amish conehead…”

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In the men’s room at the State Department:
Man in stall, sitting on toilet, talking on cell phone:
“My friends and I are all about projecting an image as high class intellectuals, you know, like philosophers….”
End of statement obscured by the sound of a toilet flushing.

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Headquarters of the Department of Homeland Security (Nebraska Avenue Complex), on the frigid morning of Monday, 5 February 2007. Longstanding office whiner approaches a senior manager in his office to talk about the relative chill (maybe about 55) in the workspaces.
Whiner: The weather conditions in here are unacceptable.Manager: Huh?Whiner: This office has been [...]

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