Archive for February 2008

Wednesday, February 27th, 2008

Double Yoi, Terrible Towels at Half Mast

Penn Ave, Strip District:

Guy #1: So, anyway… Myron and Bill walk into this bar in Texas, right? And as soon as they walk in the door, the place goes quiet. All these shit-kickers stop and look at them.
Guy#2: Did they walk out?
Guy #1: No, man. They walked up to the bar and ordered a beer. And this guy next to Myron at the bar goes, “You ain’t from around here, are you?” And Myron leans back and looks at the guy and goes, [in a perfect Myron Cope impression] “NO I AIN’T.”
[Guy #2 and everyone nearby erupt in laughter.]

— Overheard by J

Rest in Peace, Myron.


Tuesday, February 26th, 2008

Glenn is all business.

Party, Brentwood:

Partygoer #1: [surveying a table of food] Well, well, well, what do we have here?
Partygoer #2: It’s ham barbeque, dickface. Shut up and fix yourself a sandwich.


Thursday, February 21st, 2008

“But the bloody rivers…that’s not good.”

Ad Agency, Strip District. Thursday Morning.
One co-worker is explaining the recent solar eclipse to another:

Co-worker: Oh, yeah, the moon turns red, and it’s not because we’re all gonna die.


Wednesday, February 20th, 2008

Don’t bow down to the flower nazis.

Chihuly Exhibit, Phipp’s Conservatory. Friday Night.
There are signs directing people through the exhibit:

Frustrated Woman: They always keep demanding that you stay to the RIGHT! [Stomps off to the left]


Friday, February 15th, 2008

Now, if only there were corn-battered roses on a stick…

Checkout, Giant Eagle, Virginia Manor. Valentine’s Day.
A 30-something guy sets some roses and a package of frozen corn dogs on the conveyor belt while waiting in line:

Older Man in Line: Nothing like corn dogs on Valentine’s Day.
30-Something Guy: Yeah, I’m romantic.


Thursday, February 14th, 2008

That’s actually the title of Vivica Fox’s new romantic comedy.

Wood / Forbes, Downtown. Lunch time:

Black Guy: [to friend] Yo, she went from ashy, to classy!


Wednesday, February 13th, 2008

Yikes.

Chinese Poetry Class, Cathedral of Learning, Pitt Campus:

Asian Professor: Many interpretations are acceptable. Remember, there is more than one way to slice a cat.
[Class giggles.]
Asian Professor: Are you laughing because the poem is so romantic?
Girl #1: No, it’s just that you said, “There’s more than one way to slice a
cat,” when it’s really “There’s more than one way to skin a cat.”
Girl #2: Yeah, in America we don’t eat cats.
[shocked silence]


Friday, February 8th, 2008

Wayne will do whatever it takes to get free beer on Ladies’ Night.

Cafe Milano, Downtown. Lunchtime:

Guy: It was Wednesday!  Of course I wasn’t wearing pants!


Thursday, February 7th, 2008

It’s not a skill, it’s an attitude.

Party, Oakdale:

Underage Drinker #1: It’s a skill
Underage Drinker #2: What?
Underage Drinker #1: Drunk driving is a skill.

— Overheard by stillwrinkling


Thursday, February 7th, 2008

Groovy’s not the only part of the South Side stuck in the `70s.

Laundromat, 20th / Wharton, South Side.

Woman: This change machine only takes dollar bills? Shiiit.