Part of this is not your fault, interns. Society's soft politically correct hands have let you get a little too big for your britches. All interns should be subject to the exact speech given in the following video link before they are unleashed on the rest of us. Please be warned that the video clip is Not Safe For Work, offensive, politically incorrect and most importantly - awesome. Click HERE.
I know being in the big city for your internship is pretty damn cool. Hell, it's the first time since you started college that you are involved in an activity where pajamas are frowned upon. Big things are happening to you. You're a rock star in your shining moment and you want to share it with the world. Do the rest of us a favor and keep it to yourself while you're on the metro - please.
You guys probably didn't notice when you got on the train today that everyone was playing the Quiet Game. You didn't notice because you couldn't be bothered to shut your mouth long enough to observe your surroundings and figure it out. Something you should be doing a lot of during your internship, but won't.
You see, nobody likes hearing you tell your intern friends your intern stories with your intern voice at an intern volume with your intern lingo created by your tiny little intern brain. You are disrupting our ride and embarrassing yourself. Stop it.
Want to impress people in DC? Shut up. Interns like children are to be bought and sold at auction seen, not heard.
This advice has been free - you will not receive a bill.
God yes. In other places, summer people are pretty, lie on the beach, and gather together on the boardwalk and at all-you-can-eat seaford restaurants - i.e., places where they can be avoided. So why is it that my hometown has to be the one place where 'summer people' means an influx of every student council president (current and former) in the nation, wearing cheap suits (males and females alike) and appearing where I need to be to live my everyday life - like the Metro and bars on Capitol Hill? God, at least the tourists stick to their own turf, the sun-baked plains of the Mall, which I happily cede to them from Easter to Labor Day. But the interns... it's the 21st century - shouldn't they all telecommute?
Posted by: 17thStreet | 06/26/2012 at 05:12 PM