Archive for February, 2007

‘Til Your Third Stabbing Do Us Part

Female associate: … See, that’s his problem. He be startin’ shit with niggas when he know he ain’t armed!
Male associate: He gon’ get stabbed again.
Female associate: He get stabbed again, I’ma be like, ‘See ya!’ You can’t talk shit you ain’t got no gun!

–Filene’s Basement, Union Square

Overheard by: Manhattan

I Mean Like Really Boring Sex

Girl #1: You know what I like? Sleep sex.
Girl #2: Sleep sex? What’s that?
Girl #1: You know… Like, when you’re asleep, and you wake up, and you’re having sex.
Girl #2: You mean like rape?

–NYU Library

Overheard by: Kent by Day

Boredom, Mostly

Janitor: I’m sorry, ma’am, you can’t wear boots on the equipment.
20-something woman wearing Uggs on elliptical machine: But these are orthopedic boots!
Janitor: I’m sorry, but it’s against policy to wear the boots on the machines.
20-something woman wearing Uggs: Why are you doing this to me?

–Dodge YMCA, Atlantic Ave