Archive for the ‘Times Square’ Category

Why DVD Rentals Are So Pop­u­lar

Mom: Are you okay in there, sweet­ie?
Lit­tle girl in stall: I can’t but­ton my pants.
Mom: It’s al­right. Just come on out.
Lit­tle girl in stall: And I pooped on the floor.

–Bath­room, AMC The­atres, Times Square

Of Mice and Mo­rons

Eighth-grade girl #1: Man, that Of Mice and Men book was weird.
Eighth-grade girl #2: I know, huh? And why was it called that, any­way? All they talk about is rab­bits. No mice.
Eighth-grade girl #1: Dude, re­al­ly! Why did­n’t that guy call it Of Rab­bits and Men?
Eighth-grade girl #2: I guess be­cause mice al­so starts with M.

–Times Square

Over­heard by: Sha­la­mar

A Smor­gash­board Of Wednes­day One-Lin­ers

Woman to man: I know! I don’t fry any­thing. I don’t even fry my food any­more.

–47th & 6th

Over­heard by: A very dis­turbed News­bun­ny

Old Jew­ish woman to hus­band hold­ing restau­rant left­overs: It’s a sin to waste that food. You could send it to Is­rael!

–Up­per West Side

Over­heard by: What a waste!

Prep­py guy: At least *I’m* not the one mo­lest­ing fic­tion­al ce­re­al pitch­men.

–Park Slope, Brook­lyn

Over­heard by: La­dle

Girl on cell, talk­ing loud­ly: I don’t know what I want, but what­ev­er I want, I want French fries with it.

–John St

Prep­py girl on cell: Do they study eggs? (pause) Eggs! (pause) Do they study eggs?

–Times Square

Fe­male new stu­dent to boyfriend: You have to stop with this whole bur­ri­to-is-a-dick thing.

–6th Ave & 13th St

Over­heard by: Catie

If Paris Hilton Comes In­to Red Lob­ster, We’ll Dis­cuss It

Woman: Where are you from?
Tourist: We’re from Texas! Why, could you hear our ac­cents over there?
Woman: No, it’s be­cause in New York we know that you can’t bring dogs in­to restau­rants.
Tourist: You can’t?
Woman: No, you can’t. We work for the De­part­ment of Pub­lic Health. Con­sid­er this a warn­ing.
Tourist: Oh. I thought it was ok be­cause y’all are ok with Paris Hilton and all.

–Red Lob­ster, Times Square

Over­heard by: Lynne & Craig