EMPTY-POCKETS GENERATION
A man looking for donations near McPherson Square zeroed in on a Washingtonian sporting a pink tie this week.
“You know I had to stop you,” said the man seeking cash.
“Oh yeah, why’s that?” responded the 20-something with the pink tie and silver, pin-striped pants.
“Anybody who wears a pink tie must have confidence — and that must mean they have money too,” he explained.
“High on confidence, short on cash,” quipped the supposedly deep-pocketed D.C. man. “Story of my generation.”
RAINDROPS KEEP FALLING ON HER HEAD
Exiting Union Station in a deluge of rain, a woman walked with her umbrella over her bag, leaving her head hopelessly exposed.
When she arrived at her apartment five blocks away, dripping wet, her roommate asked, “Why are you completely soaked? I thought you just bought yourself an umbrella.”
The woman had chosen to protect her laptop from the rain instead of her hairdo. And besides, she said, she liked the rain. If she hadn’t had the machine, she might have stayed out in it longer.
WANTED: GRAPHIC ARTIST
I scream, you scream, and a Petworth woman really did scream when she spotted an unusual ice cream truck roaming the neighborhood on a recent evening.
Trying to coax her dog to make a restroom out of a side street, the woman heard the familiar bells of an ice cream truck and smiled.
But as it passed, she noticed it was plastered white. Instead of pictures of treats, big black block letters were scrawled on the truck: “SNACKS & ICE CREAM…”
Quite the ellipsis, no? Friends of the Diary have also spotted this odd ice cream truck by Kalorama Park, and promise that it served them Choco Tacos and Strawberry Shortcake bars.
BUS STOPS, BUS GOES
A K Street worker was heading to his busy bus stop when, from a block away, he saw his ride pull up to the 14th Street terminal. He entered into a dead sprint, mentally casting the 100-degree heat aside, even though he was wearing a shirt, slacks and tie.
In a rare display of cosmic alignment, the line for passengers was long enough to keep the bus at the station through the light. He approached the door and mouthed for the driver to open it.
But the driver shook his head. Other would-be passengers approached and began banging on the door, but the driver would not relent and drove off when the light changed.
On Wednesday, the same rider was at the same 14th Street stop when his bus approached. Fumbling for his SmarTrip card, he looked up, and saw the same driver planted in the pilot’s seat. The two swapped uncomfortable stares of recognition before putting their heads down and the rider headed into the bus.
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