I'll Be Right Barack
April 5th, 2009- A Girl:
- "I'll be right Barack."
- A Boy:
- "Wait. What? What did you just say?"
- Girl:
- "I said I'll be right back."
- Boy:
- "No you didn't. You said you'll be right Barack."
- Girl:
- "Yea, you're right, I did."
I was minding my own business when seven words caught my attention:
"And then she went down on him?"
How fortunate. I'm on my laptop right now, trying to come up with something to write. Thank you sweet fate for offering this titillating story to me via eavesdropping.
"Why do you think people are close-minded?"
I regarded the question like a fresh forehead pimple on a first date. "Because people are idiots, that's why."
"What a close-minded answer," my friend answered.
"How would you rate this year for you?" my friend asked. "From a scale of one to five: one being the worst, five being the best."
I scratched my chin and cleared my throat. Then I gave my answer.
(read more…)
Overheard on a NYC subway ride several years ago:
Inside the 1-train, a preppy Caucasian guy is sitting slouched in a seat next to a tanned blond Caucasian girl. His arm is around her. She has on a really short skirt.
An African American guy comes in and takes a seat across from the couple. He's wearing a cowboy hat.
I was moving down to Los Angeles when I got Ray's call. "Hey Mike, want to work for Yahoo?"
I rolled up my window. "What? Did you say Yahoo?" The flat plains of Central California blurred past me as I sped down the I-5.
"Yea. We're looking to hire some developers. Can you come in for an interview?"