Overheard near the entrance to Fourth Avenue, Union Street
subway entrance, man dressed in beachwear, flip flops, fanny pack! cargo
shorts, casual-est T, “Tell me, what are we going to do with the outlets in
Switzerland.”
Overheard during run in Prospect Park, “state-of-the-art
barn …” (Somehow I don’t think the woman was talking about cow milking machines or
the latest in latrine technology.)
Overheard at Fifth Avenue, Eighth Street Citibank branch, Caucasian man in oversized bike helmet, frumpy athletic clothes, in a loud,
angry voice to an African-American bank clerk, “Fix it today or I’ll be handing
over my Citi gold card!”
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