Lower East Side

Five-year-old girl in a cart: Mama! Mama? Mama?!
Fat lady pushing her: Yo’ mama’s fat ass is right over there by the candies.

–Pathmark, Cherry St

Overheard by: Paula

Druggie chick in stall #1: Yo, Keesha, does your door have a lock on it?
Druggie chick in stall #2: No, they took them off so we can’t blow coke in here anymore.
Druggie chick in stall #1: What?! That has to be illegal… I’m, like, totally open to rape right now!

–Lower East Side

Overheard by: Allison

Chick: I have social anxiety.
Dude: Social anxiety? You played Jenga with my neighbors!

–Christy & Delancey

Overheard by: Tourist

20-something guy #1: I used to fuck guys like you in prison.
20-something guy #2: Please. If you had been to prison I don’t think that you would have been the one doing the fucking.
20-something guy #1: I guess that’s true.
20-something chick: Fucking morons.

–Delancey & Orchard

Overheard by: Bang-Around Bob

Clerk: What about this one?
40-something woman looking at skin-tight, black leather mini dress: Hmmm… I like it, but do you have anything with a little less leather for church?

–Orchard St

Overheard by: what kind of church does she go to?

Trendy female customer: I like your Jesus necklace. Do you believe in Jesus the Almighty?
Sales dude: I do.
Trendy female customer: As you should.

–Marc Jacobs, Bleecker

Overheard by: Andrea Quijano

Patron: I’d like a grilled special.
Waiter: We don’t grill ’em.
Patron: Yes, you do. I had one last week.
Waiter: You got lucky.

–Katz’s Deli, Houston

Girl #1: So, when he was done I turned over and pressed my ‘that was easy button’ from Staples.
Girl #2: Oh my god.
Girl #1: Yeah, but now he won’t text me back.

–Orchard & Rivington

Overheard by: greer

Guy #1: Is this the place?
Guy #2: Yeah, man. Does the pope shit in the woods?
Guy #1: No, dude. He doesn’t.

–7th St & Ave A

Man: Oh my gosh, that’s so embarrassing. Am I wearing white underwear?
Woman: I didn’t know how to tell you.
Man: What, we can talk about cock sucking, but you can’t tell me I have a rip in my pants?

–Outside Prune restaurant, Lower East Side