Our family recently visited D.C. and received a good tour from an intern in our Senator's office.
During our week, we spent a lot of time traveling on the Metro. Interns became pretty easy to spot. We saw the earnest, the wonky, the disheveled, and finally, the pompous drunk. To the fellow with the Tucker Carlson haircut, Ralph Lauren oxford, khaki shorts, and topsiders on the Red Line, your meager attempt to disguise your beer in your SoBe bottle was not successful. Also, we were not impressed with your bold braggadocio over how many beers you had on Tuesday night, but still made it to the office on time.
Maybe your friend was impressed, my 9 year old thought you were a tool.