Woman in McDonald’s: “…and they were conversating about…”
Woman in her 50s: “She used to drink on weekends, Friday, Saturday and Sunday. And then she got scared she was going to start drinking Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday. So she went to AA and hasn’t touched a drop since, she’s a sponsor too. That was 15 years ago. Now she’s 33 and she went back to school. She just became a paralegal and makes $950 a month. She didn’t want to be one of those low people.” –W Train
Old Woman #1: …I like that too. You know what’s good? I like to eat that pissghetti.
Old Woman #2: Yeah, that stuff is good.
Old Woman #1: But they should give it a better name. –Bronx Supreme Court building Overheard by: The Evil Sneeze
Nun #1: The lady who is the Statue of Liberty is Catholic.
Nun #2: Someone told me she was Muslim, but I think they were just trying to keep it safe from airplane attacks. –South Street Seaport Overheard by: Joseph Lo Cascio
Chick #1: What an asshole. Do I look like a transvestite?
Chick #2: No.
Chick #1: Sometimes when a woman is tall and she’s dressed like a woman, she really is a woman.
Chick #2: Unless you’re in Chelsea. –1 Train
Six drunks are standing around on the corner.
Woman: Now in German!
Drunks: Stille nacht, heilige nacht… –St. Mark’s & 1st Ave Overheard by: Jamie Wisneski & Megan
Businessguy: It’s a small world.
Businesschick: Especially in Astoria!
Businessguy: Ha, ha, ha!
Businesschick: Hee, hee. –Midtown office
Businesswoman: Tex-Mex is not Mexican food. It’s American. That’s why it’s called Tex-Mex. –Midtown Office Chick: …and the moral of the story is, don’t take off your pants in a stockroom because you’ll get dumped. –UWS Overheard by: e. glass
A bike messenger almost plows through the crowd at a crosswalk.
Messenger: You gotta look! You gotta look!
Black Woman: Nigger, you look! You ain’t drivin’ no car! –44th & Madison
Businesschick: Are you still with that girl?
Businessguy: No. She kept trying to get me to go to AA. One night out with me and you’ll see..!
Businesschick: Oh, I’ve seen the aftermath. The stitches, the blood. –Midtown Office