Overheard in D.C.: Bartenders

Photo by me.o Bartenders have an interesting job — it’s one of the few jobs where it’s basically accepted to be grumpy sometimes (or all the time, at some bars). People have to wait for them, because they want their booze. They’re frequently opinionated. Sometimes, they have a point. Overheard of the Week At Murphy’s Grand Irish Pub in Old Town: A waitress takes the order of a table. Waitress to table: “What can I get for you guys?” Table orders Harp, a water, Sam Adams, Bud Light. Waitress to bartender: “Hey, I need a Harp, a Sam Adams and a Bud Light.” Bartender mutters to himself: “Bud Light? Who the fuck orders a Bud Light?!” After the jump, kids, romance, and other stuff. Send in your overheards! overheardindc(at)gmail(dot)com —— And this one street goes to Pennsylvania! Flustered elderly tourist couple at 19th and M NW: Husband: “North! We need to walk north!” Wife: “Every street sign points towards Northwest! Northwest, northwest, northwest, northwest. I don’t get it!” —— Ooooh, yeahh In the office: Engineer on the phone: “When you do take it out, take it out slowly so that when it starts vibrating you can tighten it back up.” —— Mom 1, Kid 0 At the H&M store in White Flint: Small boy holding up a necklace: “But Mom, it says MEN’s accessory!” Mom: “Well, you are not a man.” —— Stereotypes are fun At the Spy Museum: In a display

case showing examples of spy disguises there is a turban and thick beard. 10-year-old boy: “Hey Mom, look. Isn’t that what the bad guys look like?” Everyone around them rolls eyes and glares at mom. —— Sexy! On a hot and crowded Red line train during rush hour: Girl to friend: “We have to get off at the next stop! My weave is going to melt out.” —— This date is going AWESOME! Walking down King Street in Old Town Alexandria: A woman walking is with her boyfriend/husband. Woman: “So, did you go back to see your little French whore again?” —— The endless car vs pedestrian struggle Outside Booeymongers in Georgetown: A driver on a cell phone fails to stop at the stop sign before turning, almost hitting a pedestrian. The pedestrian slaps the back seat window. Driver: “I didn’t even hit you! Don’t assault my car…bitch!” Onlooker: “I don’t think you can assault a car.” —— Maybe? On U Street, Sunday night: A man in his 30s is talking, presumably to himself: “I’m just going to come out and say it. I’m a lesbian.” —— Where are we again?? At the Small Mammal House at the Zoo a few Sundays ago: Teenage girl #1: “Look, there’s a mouse in this cage!” Teenage girl #2: “Do you think it just got in there, or is it food for something?”

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Overheard in D.C.: Bartenders