Man, slamming on hood of taxi inching forward: Hey! I’m walkin’ here! [Turns to people behind him] Where’s that from?
Lady passerby: Midnight Cowboy!
–50th & Broadway
Man, slamming on hood of taxi inching forward: Hey! I’m walkin’ here! [Turns to people behind him] Where’s that from?
Lady passerby: Midnight Cowboy!
–50th & Broadway
Woman #1: I hate my life… But I can’t leave my husband — I love him.
Woman #2: But your fucking husband is sleeping with three other women–
Woman #1: –I know!
–40th & 6th
Overheard by: jimbo
Woman: Why do they have to call it the ‘feminine care aisle’?
Friend: I know! Why can’t they just write ‘Tampons’?
–CVS, Park Ave South
Older woman to cashier: Well, I had one of those, one of those… ummm… X-rays? MRIs?
Hipster in line: Mammogram?
Older woman: That’s it! I don’t have the cancer.
–99 Cent Store, near Devoe
Overheard by: I love MRI pics
Lady: What are you doing today?
Man: Nothing.
Lady, suddenly excited: By the way, do you do laundry?
Man: Yeah, why?
Lady: Well, I never heard you talking about doing your laundry before.
Man: Okay… Why would I want to talk about doing my laundry? [Rolls his eyes.]Lady, embarrassed: I hate when you’re right.
–D train
Overheard by: Ana
Woman #1: Why don’t we take the elevator?
Woman #2: Don’t we have to wait in the line?
Woman #1: Oh, no, we’re faculty. We can just go up.
Guard: Join the line for the elevator, please!
Woman #1: Oh, we’re faculty.
Guard: And you can join the line for the elevator, please.
Woman #1: Ugh. I’ll just walk up to the third floor, then!
–Silver Center, NYU
Woman: No chicken — I said that I don’t eat meat.
Vendor: Do you want lamb?
Woman: No!
–57th St, between 5th & 6th
Woman #1: Have you read [some book]?
Woman #2: I don’t read books by white people — only books by black people.
Woman #1: What about books by black people pretending to be white people?
Woman #2, after long pause: I’m thinking.
–Target, Brooklyn
Woman #1: Mark said that it smelled like you crapped your pants out there.
Woman #2: It did smell really bad at the bar.
Woman #1: But Mark said it smelled like you crapped your pants.
Woman #2: That I crapped my pants? Why would he say that about me? Oh my god, I hope he doesn’t think that about me.
Woman #1: No, I don’t think he does.
Woman #2: Then why would he say that? God, going out is so hard.
Woman #1: Let’s go home by two tonight.
–Bar, 89th & 3rd
Five-year-old: I want a sticker.
Woman: No, I don’t have any stickers. I have business cards. Here. You can have one [hands him one].
–Park Slope
Overheard by: leah
