One thing interesting about working at odd hours is that you've got to ride metro with odd people instead of stone faced morning commuters.
Today, Friday night 11pm, I overheard the conversation between a girl and a guy, looking like two late night bar hopping teenagers.
Girl: You are a nice guy.
Guy: No, I'm an A-sshole.
Girl: No, you are not. You are nice to E-verybody.
Guy: I'm only nice to you.
Girl: You are nice to me. And you are nice to A-ll my friends.
Guy: You mean XXX? She's such a slut.
Girl: She's not. She's just loud and obnoxious.
Guy: She's a bitch.
Girl: She's my best friend since 7th grade. You know what, she does gymnastics.
Guy: No way. She weighs like, a half TON. She could lost 100 pounds.
Girl: Noooo, may be 20 pounds.
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