A husband and wife were grabbing lunch at the Phonation food truck at Farragut Square when their friendly server committed a big sports faux pas.
It was the wife's turn to pay, so she handed over her San Francisco Giants credit card, causing the server to exclaim, "Oh! You're a Giants fan?"
"Yes!" the wife said, rather excitedly as she rarely runs into fellow San Francisco sports fans in D.C. "Are you from the Bay area too?"
"Well, I went to NYU and I became a really big Giants fan... I was SO excited when they won the Super Bowl," she answered.
Oh. THOSE Giants.
Behind our dismayed sports fan, her husband sucked in his breath. His beloved New England Patriots had suffered a heartbreaking loss to the New York Giants in that Super Bowl.
But hey, at least the food was amazing.
As a woman headed for a Metro station to pick up a copy of The Washington Examiner, she noticed that the hawker was not handing out the newspaper.
He was reading it.
He had the paper spread out on the top of the escalator and was examining a local news story.
"Thank you," he said as she picked up a folded paper and headed down the escalator. And he kept on reading.
A woman in a tank-top and paint-splattered jeans sat outside a mini market near the H Street Corridor, asking for money with little success. The pile of scratch-off lottery tickets next to an empty hat probably wasn't helping her cause.
So, when a man in a gray pinstriped suit approached her with a $10 bill, the cash came with conditions. "Don't use this to gamble," he said. "I mean it. Get some food."
As soon as the man rounded the corner, the woman beelined into the market, straight for the counter. "A pack of Marlboros," she said, slapping her newfound money on the counter. She then walked outside and reclaimed her position outside the door.
"Money for food," she said.
SCREAM ON THE GREEN
A group of 20-something women set up a few blankets and lawn chairs at "Screen on the Green" on the National Mall recently. But their picnic spread drew a few unwelcome visitors.
The girls missed the climactic shootout at the end of "Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid" because they were fighting a battle of their own: rescuing their hummus and pita chips from cockroaches that had found their way onto the blanket.
Fortunately, help arrived in the form of a moviegoer seated in front of the group, who heroically finished off the creepy crawlies with a well-placed flip-flop.
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