Archive for 2007

Speaking of Cheesy Things?

JAP #1: Oh my god, is that how you spell ‘quiche’? I always thought it was spelled K-E-E-S-H. That is a really weird spelling.
JAP #2: Yeah, that is a totally weird spelling.
JAP #1: And I’m usually such a good speller!
JAP #2: Yeah, you are totally such a good speller! … Have you ever seen Sixteen Candles?

–Whole Foods, Union Square

Overheard by: unhipster

And That Was When Fat Albert Went Straight

Five thugs ascending subway steps see cop on the street: Ho! The pigs! Oink! Busted! [They run and one starts breathing heavily, wheezing.]
Cop: Maybe you should have taken the elevator.
Fat thug: Shit! There’s an elevator?! Where’s the elevator?! [After they all go to look for the elevator] There’s no elevator! He tricked us!

–Lorimer St, Brooklyn

He Asked Me to Leave This Backpack Here and Not Open It

Queer: So, I went to that new dance club last night.
Fag hag: Oh, really? Any good?
Queer: Yeah… They were playing some weird disco music, which should’ve tipped me off. But anyway, this guy started hitting on me right away.
Fag hag: Oooh! Was he hot?
Queer: Sorta. I mean, he had this gigantic moustache.
Fag hag: Hmmm. He musta been a terrorist.
Queer: Actually, he did have that terror-esque gleam in his eye.
Fag hag: So, did you hook up or what?
Queer: Oh, yeah, totally fucked him in the bathroom. That terror-esque gleam is damn sexy.

–Lincoln Center

Overheard by: MiMi

MTA: Select Trains Will Now Feature Relationship Counselors

Male conductor: The next stop will be Christopher Street, Sheridan Square.
Female conductor: The next stop will be Houston Street.
Male conductor: The next stop will be Christopher Street, Sheridan Square.
Female conductor: The next stop will be Houston Street.
Male conductor: The next stop will be Christopher Street, Sheridan Square.
Female conductor: The next stop will be Houston Street.

–1 train, 14th St station

Overheard by: Next stop was Houston

The Restraining Order Involves a Mobius Strip and a Time Machine

Crazy lady: Don’t touch my coat! I don’t know where your hands have been!
Passenger: I was fixing something.
Crazy lady: Well, don’t fix anything! I don’t know you! And get your fucking hand out of my face!
Passenger: My hand wasn’t in your face.
Crazy lady: I wasn’t talking to you! I was talking to myself! Stop stalking me or I’ll cut you right on this train!

–R train

You Still Have That Ouija Board?

Mom: Don’t lean over the tracks like that.
Five-year-old son: I’m just looking for the train.
Mom: It’s dangerous, you could fall.
Five-year-old son: Daddy’s doing it. You’re not saying it to him.
Mom: I’m your mother, and I told you to stop. Daddy can do what he wants. [Boy sulks for a few minutes.] Okay, do you want to call Grandma when we get home so she can yell at Daddy for leaning over the tracks?
Five-year-old son: Yes.

–34th St subway platform

Plus, She’s Still My Favorite Sofa

Middle-aged man #1: I don’t know what happened to her. Man, I’ve never seen such a downfall. One minute she’s smokin’ hot, and now she’s all tired and saggy.
Middle-aged man #2: But you’d still do her.
Middle-aged man #1: Fuck yeah. It’d be a great story.

–V train

Thanks for Giving Me an Escape Route

Guy yuppie: So, one of the interesting things about that movie is, remember I read that book by Neil Strauss all about how he picked up women? Well, a lot of the things the main character in that movie did are the things that Strauss advocates.
Girl yuppie: Okay, give me an example.
Guy yuppie: Well, you know how in one of their first meetings he proposed to her? That’s one of the things he suggests.
Girl yuppie: Is that why on our second date you proposed to me?
Guy yuppie: Uh, you know I only read that book after we started dating… So I did that on my own…
Girl yuppie: And doesn’t he just show you how to get a girl to have sex with you, not to have a relationship, and you weren’t looking just for sex, but a relationship, so what he wrote wouldn’t have applied to you, right?
Guy yuppie: Yeah, exactly.

–Outside a showing of The Science of Sleep, BAM