I was riding my bike in traffic this morning on Rhode Island Avenue, and saw a car - double parked - with a professional looking fellow of indeterminate age standing beside it. Across the street stood his girlfriend / lady friend / friend friend / whatever - also of indeterminate age - . Their conversation went as follows:

Guy: (yelling) It’s like Frogger out here this morning!

Girl: (blank stare)

Guy: You know… Frogger…?

Girl: (same expression, head slightly cocked now)

Guy: You know, like… the game? (pleading) Don’t you remember…?

Um, Guy, my guess is that nobody - NOBODY - is going to think that “Frogger” is anything BUT “the game”. Perhaps you likes ‘em too young…??? Anyway, just thought the pleading tone (especially considering the subject matter) was worth sharing…

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