Women

Man: Oh, your dog is so cute. Is that a Yorkie?
Woman: Oh, yeah, it is. His name is Lucky. I’ve had him for a looong time.
Crazy man nearby: Lucky… I stabbed a guy named Lucky 20 years ago. Not so lucky.

–1 train

Overheard by: andy

Woman #1: I got my grandmother the hugest card for Mother’s Day. She likes things that are really big.
Man: See, and they always told me that size doesn’t matter.
Woman #1: It really doesn’t matter what it says; she doesn’t understand English, anyway.
Woman #2: Do you think giving her the big card makes her understand it better the same way people think that talking louder to people who can’t speak English make them understand you?

–14th Street elevator

Six drunks are standing around on the corner.

Woman: Now in German!
Drunks: Stille nacht, heilige nacht…

–St. Mark’s & 1st Ave

Overheard by: Jamie Wisneski & Megan

Young woman: You need to get a car so you can take my kitty cat to the vet.

–Starbucks, 71st & Broadway

Overheard by: Zvi Mowshowitz

Woman #1: Is the Mister Softee truck the same as the Ding-Dong Cart back home?
Woman #2: I’m not sure it was really called the Ding-Dong Cart or if we just called it the ding-dong cart because of the sound it made.

–Union Square

Overheard by: Todd Seavey

Woman #1: That bad, huh?
Woman #2: And he stutters. I just want to smack him over the head. Spit it out!

–Bensonhurst

Older woman: It seems like you’re really happy!
Younger man: Yes, I am. And it seems like Jonah is really happy, too.
Older woman: We think that happiness is over-rated. We are not happy. We are possessed.

— Gallery opening on Rivington St.

Overweight woman: “I honesty think there must be a shortage of fabric or material because all shirts are baby tees and all pants are to small and low on the hips, I dont get it”

— Manhattan

Male Employee: No, that’s hemophilia. Hypoglycemia is, like, when your
body produces more sugar than your system can handle.
Female Employee: Yeah! That’s me!

–Lord & Taylor

Overheard by: Megan Buckley

Businesswoman: Tex-Mex is not Mexican food. It’s American. That’s why it’s called Tex-Mex.

–Midtown Office

Chick: …and the moral of the story is, don’t take off your pants in a stockroom because you’ll get dumped.

–UWS

Overheard by: e. glass