Archive for June, 2006

Pa­tri­ot­ic Fe­ces? Old Navy’s New Prod­uct Line Is Ge­nius!

Black la­dy with five kids: You can’t get any­thing here. We gots to get to Old Navy to buy us all our Fourth of Ju­ly t‑shirts so we match at the pic­nic.
Black guy: They have the best deal. Shirts are five dol­lars each, that’s like [counts kids, self, and wife] less than twen­ty bucks for all of us, and even the ba­by shit has a flag on it.

–Tar­get, At­lantic Ter­mi­nal, Brook­lyn

Over­heard by: lo­ra

Un­less It’s a Pleather Cow

A teen girl punch­es her fa­ther re­peat­ed­ly in the arm.

Old­er sis­ter: You know he can’t feel that, right? He’s wear­ing a leather jack­et.
Teen girl: What?
Old­er sis­ter: Yeah, that’s why mo­tor­cy­clists wear leather, so they don’t get their skin scraped off when they go slid­ing across the pave­ment.
Teen girl: Oh! So if I punch a cow, it can’t feel it?

–The Plaza

That Thing You Wrote About Count­ing

Teen girl #1: I just don’t un­der­stand why peo­ple wait so long to have kids. Then you’re so old that you can’t re­late to them. If I’d had a kid when I was like, eleven, he’d have been three by the time I was four­teen.
Teen girl #2: Yeah. I to­tal­ly read some­thing about this on your Live­Jour­nal.

–Yaf­fa Cafe, St. Mark’s Place

Over­heard by: Miri­am