Archive for December 2007

Wednesday, December 12th, 2007

White guilt is worth at least 18%.

Outside Eat n’ Park, Squirrel Hill.
Three waitresses are smoking. One is clearly young and new:

Old White Waitress: Yeah, so there’s this group of old white women comes in every week, only tips when their server is black.
Old Black Waitress: Yeah, if you ain’t black, they ain’t giving you shit. But they give me all kinds of tips.
New White waitress: What do you mean, “all kinds?”
Old White Waitress: A whole forty acre’s worth!

— Overheard by Connor


Wednesday, December 12th, 2007

Action Figures’ Effect on Body Image

Kay-Bee Toy Store, Monroeville Mall. Busy Friday Night:

Meathead #1: If you take steroids once, you’ll fill out a little and notice a small difference.
Meathead #2: Yeah?
Meathead #1: Yeah, but if you really want it to work then you gotta take the ‘roids like EVERY DAY!

— Overheard by Justin


Tuesday, December 11th, 2007

Doesn’t anyone celebrate Chrismukkah anymore?

Starbucks, Murray Avenue, Squirrel Hill:

Young Woman: [on cell phone] Are you still having your potluck on Sunday?
—Yeah, I want to come. I’m just really busy. Friday night is Brittany’s party, and then Saturday I have a wedding and a birthday and it’s Festivus.


Tuesday, December 11th, 2007

Santa says, “Guard against throat scratch with Pall Mall, Jimmy.”

South Side Works, South Side. Santarchy 2007.
A father is carrying his young son:

Father: Yes, Jimmy, Santa smokes but you shouldn’t

— Overheard by Why are we working on Saturday?


Tuesday, December 11th, 2007

Most dreams are.

Ross Park Mall:

Santa: Merry Christmas! Ho ho ho! What do you want for Christmas?
Small Boy: A motorcycle.
Santa: Well, do you know what motorcycles are good for?
[Small Boy shakes his head]
Santa: Buyin’ and sellin’, kid. Buyin’ and sellin’.


Monday, December 10th, 2007

Be careful they don’t fall and poke out your eye.

Forbes Ave, Oakland. Friday Night.:

Well-Dressed Boy: I’m going to go melt me some slutsicles.


Friday, December 7th, 2007

Who Wants To Be A Gay Millionaire?

GetGo, North Oakland:

Black Cashier: You would?
White Cashier: Yeah, I would. I’d be a millionaire.
Black Cashier: Yeah, you’d be a millionaire, but you’d be gay.
White Cashier: No, I would have done something gay to become a millionaire.
[to customer] You do not want to know what this is about.
Black Cashier: [to customer] No, you do not.


Friday, December 7th, 2007

“Now let’s get back to working on this women’s studies project.”

Outside Carnegie Library, Oakland:

College Dude: [to friend] We need to stop talking about sluts so much.
 — Overheard by Sophie


Thursday, December 6th, 2007

The foreign text on the side should be more useful, like swear words.

Bus Stop, Forbes / Murray, Squirrel Hill:

Man: [to woman] Man! Port Authority got what? A hundred and twenty routes every day? And they go, what? Ten miles at most on each route? And they waste three hundred thousand dollars on gas everyday, and YET, not a single soul is picked up because their buses are too damned packed.


Wednesday, December 5th, 2007

“What I’m saying is take it easy with the knives this time.”

Lobby, Bellefield Hall Dorm, Pitt Campus:

College Guy: [to girl] You don’t get sadism then. Because if he dies — if the guy
you’re torturing dies — then there isn’t any fun in it.