Orange line, overheard or “We have another 10 weeks of this?”

Yes, this is an actual conversation I heard on the Orange Line towards New Carrolton. Ah, Washington in the summer… bring on the interns and the summer associates. Some towns have sports talk. We have this (transcribed as closely as I could write on the back of an Express newspaper from my nearby seat)

Obvious summer associate 1 (let’s call him L1): The Harvard girl… how old is she?

L2 (yep, another one. I know, in DC. What are the odds?): 30 something.


L2: She took some time off. [me and L1, thinking, “ahh. that explains it.”

L2: To work for the Cheneys.

L1: What??

L2: She took some time off, to work for the Cheneys.

L1 (and me):     !

L2 repeats again.

L1: Really?

L2: Yes. On a Project.

L1: (smirking) which was…. drowning puppies?

L2: (nervous giggle) Well, heh, I really don’t know what the project was.

L1: Drowning puppies.

L2: Well, heh, she said that actually he was pretty cool.  And that they just, you know, like people, just like, made him look bad but it wasn’t like that, she said.

L1: Uhhhh.

L2: Well, I mean that’s what she said, that things were like taken out of context and like that McClellan [editor’s note: as in Scott McClellan, former White House Press Secretary, the latest to write an expose of life in the Bush White House.] She said, I mean the girl, from Harvard, that McClellan was really a dick, from the start.

L1: McClellan? McClellan’s the dick? (Exaggerated laugh.)

L1: So why is she doing what we do now?

L2: Who?

L1: Harvard. You guys are like best buds right?

L2: I don’t know. She just wanted like a change I think, but she really liked working for them.

L1: for the Cheneys.

L2: Yes.

L1: killing puppies.

L2: I don’t think it was like that.

L1: Are you kidding me? I could never ever work for that guy.

L2: I don’t know…

L1: I mean he is horrible. He’s a terrible person! Did you hear him telling journalists to “go fuck yourself?”

L2: Heh, see I kinda respect that.

Train pulls up. Due to an unfortunate series of events, I wind up in a different car. When I get off, fortuitously at the Farragut West, they are getting off, too. As if from a script that most would find unrealistic in its cliched predictability, I hear this:

L1: Wait so you would actually pay money for their concert? Are you serious?

L2: Well, I mean I don’t know, maybe.

L1: They are the absolutely worst band in the universe.

— At that point they fell a little too far behind for me to hear WHICH band was the worst in the universe. I didn’t need to. I got the picture.

Happy summer boys!! Hope you’re not roomates, too.

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  1. Frank L said,

    Wrote on July 2, 2008 @ 9:36 am

    Mabye “Drowning Puppies” is the name of the worst band in the world….

    I prefer Hill-terns to Summers anyday, btw.

  2. Anonymous said,

    Wrote on July 2, 2008 @ 12:10 pm

    Ha! Much more entertaining than the tourists I heard the other day discussing the differences between light rail and heavy rail, with the “expert” among them saying Metro was light rail.

    And then there’s the time I was jolted out of my normal “ignore at all costs the conversation around you” approach to Metro travel, when I felt compelled to lean forward in my seat and tell the young man sitting in front of me that, yes, Metro Transit Police are “real” police who carry guns, and, yes, they have been a part of Metro for many years, and, yes, they do more than crowd control. I mean, really, dude, you’ve lived here for eight years and you never noticed the Metro police until now? You’ve never noticed the bomb-sniffing dogs? You’ve never seen someone arrested or given a ticket? Or at least read about it?

  3. What Liz Said said,

    Wrote on July 2, 2008 @ 6:45 pm

    Ahahaha I love Metro conversations.

  4. Nodin said,

    Wrote on January 1, 2012 @ 4:02 am

    You’ve got to be kidding me-it’s so tranpasrtenly clear now!

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