Funny things you hear..

As I have discussed in other blog posts, you can find all sorts of people in DC. Recently, the metro has gotten super crowded. I believe this is due to a couple of factors: 1 - It's summertime; there are a lot more tourists. 2 - Gas Prices! You all know what I'm talking about. Gas Prices is the excuse for anything now. In this case, gas prices is a big reason why there are a lot more riders on Metro. Nobody wants to drive their stupidly-purchased Hummer to work anymore. So, like I said, my ride has gotten significantly more crowded. Yesterday evening was especially bad. It was really hot and humid and there were a TON of people squished in there. I don't normally get clausterphobic, but when we had to stop on the tracks between Metro stops, I actually felt my heart rate pick up. All the body odor is suddenly hitting me, I'm getting that over-production of saliva in my mouth, the person next to me keeps adjusting her grip on the bar, thus producing a new wave of smell from her armpit.. AH! Get me out!

Anyway, I digress. Some time last week or the week before, there was this little family waiting for the train. This little boy, maybe 5, kept getting close to the edge, looking down the tunnel for the train to come. The parents kept telling him to get back; don't get so close to the edge! After several times of this little kid getting close to the edge and the parents calling him back, the dad decides to tell this story:

There was this kid in Atlanta who was at an amusement park and lost his hat. He wanted to get his hat, but there was a fence keeping him out from where it was. On the fence there was a sign saying not to climb, but the kid decided to climb over the fence anyway, because he wanted to get his hat back. Well, as soon as he was at the top and starting to flip his body to the other side of the fence, a rollercoaster came by and he was decapitated.

I'm thinking, wow. What a story to tell a 5 year old. Maybe the dad is trying to scare the little dude enough not to get close to the edge of the platform, as HIS head might be cut off when the train comes. So the kid is silent for a little while, then a couple of minutes later, I hear him ask, "So, are Nazis real?"

I couldn't help it at this point. I just had to start laughing. This is what makes living in this area so entertaining. There are always crazies roaming around, and there are always funny conversations to overhear.


Sometimes the things I hear are not accurate. Especially if I'm talking on the phone with a male that has a deep voice. I have a hard time hearing what he's saying. "I'm studying for the MCAT." "What? You want to wring the neck of a cat?"


A couple of weeks ago, I called my dad for his birthday. Whenever I call my parents, we talk about what's new, and then we go to the constant topics -- how's my job, how are my roommates, what's new with boys, etc. Lately, a new 'constant' topic has emerged, as I have to move at the end of August. The townhouse we are renting is now up for sale, so we are getting kicked out. "Have you been looking for a new place yet? Do you know who you'll live with? Where are you looking?" etc. I love talking to my parents. As I've gotten older, I've been more of an open book, telling them exactly what I'm thinking and how I feel. I laugh about how stupid all guys are, backing up my statement with many examples. My parents are great. They laugh with me, and never make me feel pressured to find "that certain somebody" and get settled and get married. I love that. They support my situation, and tell me all the great things about being single. (They may feel differently and really hope that I get married soon, but I'm grateful that they don't let me know that) :)

So this night, as my dad and I are wrapping up our conversation, I was suprised to hear him say, "Well, we'll pray for you to find a partner." I'm totally taken aback, and I say, "What?!? No. Don't pray for that for me. I don't need a partner." My dad seems equally as shocked and asks, "What? You don't want us to pray for you?" And I say, "I don't need you to pray for a PARTNER for me, dad. I don't need a partner." So then he laughs, and says, "No. I said we'll pray for an APARTMENT for you." "Oh. Right. An apartment." I'm laughing and so is my dad. I can hear my mom laughing in the background, too. "Well, in that case, yes. Please pray for an apartment for me. Thank you."