Archive for 2019

First-Come, First-Served Is a Pretext for Discrimination!

[A woman creates her own line and walks up to the counter.]Postal employee: Ma’am, you have to wait in line.
Latino woman: I was in the esspress line.
Postal employee: We don’t serve espresso here ma’am, this is the post office.
Latino woman: What? You think I’m stoopid? I have less than ten items.
Postal employee: There is no express line at the post office, please wait in line like the other people.
Latino woman: Oh… I see how it is.
Postal employee: Happy holidays, ma’am.
Latino woman: Fuck you too.

–Post Office, 14th Street & Avenue A

Overheard by: texmorgan

Mom’s Drying Up, Anyway

Dude #1: I like that one.
Dude #2: Nah, she has a bad attitude.
Dude #1: What the fuck does attitude have to do with anything? She’s fucking hot!
Dude #2: True, but I want a stripper that makes me feel important, even though I know I’m not.
Dude #1: So you want a stripper that makes you feel important?
Dude #2: Man, I’ll settle for any woman that makes me feel important.
Dude #1: Then go fuck your mother.
Dude #2: True — fuck it, I’ll take the hottie with the shitty attitude. Pretty much describes all my girlfriends, anyway.

–Pacers Toastmasters Club

Overheard by: sean b

It Would Probably Start to Grate

Girl #1: My husband had such a hair across his ass last night. He was getting on my last nerve.
Girl #2: “Hair across his ass”? What do you mean?
Girl #1: You’ve never heard that phrase before? “Hair across his ass”?
Girl #2: No, I haven’t. I don’t get it.
Girl #1: Well Jen, tell me, would you be happy if you had a hair going across your ass?

–Gray’s Papaya, 8th Avenue

The Ad Captain Morgan Doesn’t Want You to See

Hobo, slurring slightly: Ladies and gentlemen. Sorry to bother you but I’m homeless and hungry. Please, if you can help me with some money for food. God bless you and your families.
Woman: You want a sip of rum?
Homeless man: Huh?
Woman: A sip of rum. That’s all I’ve got. (unscrews the cap of the bottle in a brown bag)
Hobo, taking sip and smacking lips: Aaaaahhhhh…

–D Train