When in DC you never know what the person on the metro, the vocal patron three tables down at the restaurant, or the other guy in your apartment building is going to say. It could be something like this.
We stuffed our faces with chocolate. Something tells me we could be great friends.
There was a FBI agent right next to me! I don’t suppose you happened to get his number?
I’m trying to figure out when I blacked out. It was after the crook the FBI agent was following hit you on the back of the head.
I make a Wal-Mart suit look good. Now that your ego is in good order, you can run for Congress.
I keep creating a Wikipedia page for myself, but it is always deleted. Does that mean you don’t actually exist?
As we go about our normal lives we often accidentally eavesdrop on snippets of conversation that in isolation are often hilarious. That or scary. Washington, D.C. is no different, and in some ways worse.
Here are some things I’ve heard around Washington. The first two were from children at the National Zoo.
Hello Wolf . . . Hello Wolf . . . Hello Wolf . . . Hello Wolf. . . . The wolf continued to ignore her.
I just want to stop walking and hug someone.
It’s clever enough that we can get away with it. What you don’t know is that I was sent here specifically to foil your evil plot. I am closer to my goal than you know.
I broke my leg saving the life of the future Columbian president. Whoa! That’s an awesome story–why weren’t you on the news?
I just want a baby to decorate it. Um???
You don’t know how many nightmares I’ve had about this. If we play 20 Questions, I bet I can guess.