<b><a href="http://www.overheardinnewyork.com/archives/017601.html">Anything for a Laugh, You Know?</a></b><br/> <!-- ID = 110990 -->Blonde girl: I saw that really handsome guy on the bus yesterday, and I was so happy cuz I haven&#39;t seen him in a month. I actually got really close to him, too. But the worst thing happened.<br/>Brunette girl: Oh, that like, 40-year-old hot guy? What, was he like, hideously disfigured up close or something? Did he smell like bologna?<br/>Blonde girl: No. He was gorgeous and perfect as usual. It was much worse. I was listening to my iPod, and I noticed he was talking on the phone. I turned my iPod down to hear his voice, finally, and it...it was not good.<br/>Brunette girl: Not god?<br/>Blonde girl: It was like fucking Ray Romano. With the honk and the accent and the shrill nasal whine! I wanted to die! I wanted to die.<br/><br/>--R Train<br/>via <a href="http://www.overheardinnewyork.com/">Overheard in New York</a>, Jan 8, 2009