Tales From the DC Metro, Part 1: I Must Be Fine ‘Cause My Heart’s Still Beating
Chubby guy in a gray t-shirt. Looks like the runt of the fraternity. I can’t stress enough how tone deaf this guy is when he speaks.
He sits down next to a pretty blonde woman in a green shirt.
“What’s your name?” he asks flatly.
She removes one earbud.
“Do I know you?”
“No, but I’d like to know you.” Or, if he were a normal human being, the “you” would have sounded italicized.
“I don’t think my husband would appreciate that.”
He gets up, hovers awkwardly nearby for 4 more stops, and skulks off to Dupont Circle.