FRINGE BENEFITS
A couple was out for the evening in Georgetown when the wife got a craving for a cupcake. Do they dare try to brave the line at Georgetown Cupcake?
Walking up to the shop, they saw only a few customers waiting outside the popular shop, so they decided to get in line. In addition to patrons, there was a store employee and a D.C. police officer standing nearby, presumably for crowd control.
“Would you like to see a menu?” the employee asked the couple. “Our seasonal options today are Banana Split and Blueberry Cheesecake.”
The man and woman perused the menu, while the cop admitted he was happy to hear about the specials.
“I am going to need to get one of those later,” he said. “They are pretty tasty.”
TAI SHAN WOULD BE PLEASED
There are few worse fates for a local Metro traveler than leaving one’s SmarTrip in another pocket or purse, and having to join the out-of-towners with paper fare cards.
One woman, having lost her wallet earlier in the month, examined her temporary pass. She was surprised that the pandas that had decorated the paper cards when she first moved to D.C. years ago were still there.
“This is chaos,” said her friend, referring to the frenzied weekend.
They traded words on the Blue Line — “nonsense,” “trouble,” “conundrum” — until they were exiting the train at the Smithsonian stop, and the woman discovered the perfect word for her situation.
“This is panda-monium,” she said, waving the paper pass.
PLATFORM CONTROL
The Blue Line train was a classic transit nightmare: Smelly people were wiggling against each other, the train was creeping along the downtown core and another train had suffered a malfunction.
And even though the United States had just beaten Canada in the women’s semifinal soccer match, a batch of Metro riders who should have been reveling in the victory instead were tired and ready to get home. And they kept crowding onto the train.
That didn’t please a man who was sporting a hospital bracelet on one wrist and a large bandage on the other. Avoiding the Olympic spirit but channeling a coach, the man cried out, “Some of you [expletives] need to just wait for the next train.”
No one budged, but most passengers at least smiled.
LEBRON HAS NOTHING ON HER
Downtown office workers were delighted Wednesday morning when they found that the Olympic-inspired Google Doodle let them shoot baskets, a day after they were able to run hurdles.
“I”m really good,” said a young female worker bee heard pounding away at her computer space bar. “I made 18. I’m the best!”
About an hour later, she had upped her “best” to 36.
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