Girl: Yesterday I weeded my terrace.
Boy: What?
Girl: I weeded my terrace.
Boy: Oh, I thought you said, “I needed my terrorist.”
–Washington Square Park
Girl: Yesterday I weeded my terrace.
Boy: What?
Girl: I weeded my terrace.
Boy: Oh, I thought you said, “I needed my terrorist.”
–Washington Square Park
Girl #1: I wish I still smoked so I would have a reason to go outside every 20 minutes.
Girl #2: But then you’d have cancer.
–Chelsea elevator
Guy: It’s so crazy, you know, leaving Manhattan.
Girl: I know, if you would have told me five years ago that I’d be living in Brooklyn I’d have laughed at you.
–L train
Overheard by: Benjamin
Girl #1: Ugh! It’s horrible out! It feels like I’m in someone’s lung!
Girl #2: What?
Girl #1: It’s just so moist and warm out here; it’s like being in a giant lung.
Girl #2: …that’s the most disgusting description I think I’ve ever heard.
–74th & Madison
Overheard by: Sarah
Guy: Where do you fall in the debate over wearing deodorant versus body odor?
Girl: Um, I didn’t realize there was a debate.
–70th & York
Girl: Did you just call him a dirty Guatemalan?
Guy: Yeah.
Girl: Are you sure you didn’t have the wrong number?
Guy: I don’t know what the fuck is going on.
–Chip Shop, Brooklyn Heights
Overheard by: Domi
Girl: I don’t know what it is that I love about Jewish guys, but they’re so hot. I’m totally every Jewish mother’s nightmare. I’m the ubershiksa.
–110th & Broadway
Lanky guy: I really don’t like these new jeans you got me. They’re way too tight in the waist and legs, but baggy in the butt, and at least two inches too short. Plus they’re boot cut, and I don’t wear any boots!
Girl: Those are my jeans.
Lanky guy: Oh. Well, that would explain the lack of room in the crotch, then.
–64th & Lexington
Overheard by: Adria
Chick: Excuse me, are you Lindsay the blogger?
Stephanie Klein: No.
–Loews Lincoln Square, West 68th Street
Girl #1: So I woke up with beans and rice in my bed again.
Girl #2: Hmmm, it sounds like the Mexican food fairies paid you another visit last night. I hate when that happens…you know, when I wake up next to a Twinkie.
–46th & Lexington
