Sometimes the things you overhear in the hipster capital of DC are just so typical.
At Big Bear Cafe: “Soy latte, for Ezra!”
At the neighborhood public pool: “Sorry, the pool is closed this weekend. It’s green.”
At The Red Hen: “To start, I’ll have the artichoke appetizer with roasted garlic aioli and the frisee pesto salad with grilled octopus as my main.”
On N. Capitol: “Sorry, we’re closed today. There was a bum fight in the liquor store last night.”
Of course there was.
But…but… what about my Sunday Funday?