I was at Good Stuff Eatery and spotted a pack of Hill interns. They were easily identifiable by their khakis, blue blazers, and red badges hanging around their neck. Given the lunch hour and rainy conditions, Good Stuff had a line out the door and there was quite a wait for food. Nonetheless, Intern #1, with his straw stuck in his ear like a pencil, repeatedly yelled "Where the hell is my damn food" and kept pushing through the line to ask the cashier what was taking so long.
While this was going on, Intern #2 was loudly telling the rest of his intern pack that his goal for the summer was to steal Congressman (actually used his last name)'s members pin and was going to wear it around the Capitol for a day. Needless to say, the rest of this pack all thought this was a great idea and began to develop a strategy to steal their respective boss' pin.