In the spirit of Overheard in New York and its kin, a few random chunks of conversation from recent days, mostly (and regrettably) noted, as the 'Lizabethans used to say:
- "She's got more than a little junk in the trunk. She has a giant dump."
- "A gangbang's the only way to go." Said by a young woman in a context I don't even want to know. One imagines she'll be a loving and loyal wife one day; perhaps the prototype of the soccer-team mom? (A voice for Conservatism in the next twenty years, like the hippies that came to vote for Reagan?)
Less memorably, after a bit of a chat in which my knowledge of poetry came up, I was asked, "Are you gay or what?" No, I said, I'm as miserable and sardonic as they come. Obviously, my attempt at a quip fell largely flat, but for once I'm rather pleased to be so negligible. Oh, the bewilderments of accidental company....