Overheard In New York
people will talk. and we will laugh.
posted by tbuckner on 08/16 | permalink | send entry

love this.

posted by jmorrison  on  08/16  at  12:49 PM


this is a repost cast, tom buckner posted it last week in the “two cents” section, but since you haven’t been around lately we forgive you. in order to add some extra spice i hereby decree the comments for this post must be filled with our own “overheards” either actual, half-actual, or totally fictional.

posted by jmorrison  on  08/25  at  09:37 PM


overheard in a small windowless room with a locked door.

ESTELLE: (picks up the PAPER knife and stabs Inez several times.)

INEZ: But, you crazy creature, what do you think you’re doing? You know quite well I’m dead.

ESTELLE: Dead?

INEZ: Dead! Dead! Dead! Knives, poison, ropes—useless. It has happened already, do you understand? Once and for all. SO here we are, forever.

ESTELLE: Forever. My God, how funny! Forever.

GARCIN: For ever, and ever, and ever.
(A long silence.)

GARCIN: Well, well, let’s get on with it…

posted by jmorrison  on  08/25  at  09:54 PM


Him:  I’ll have a hot dog.

Guy:  Okay.  Sauerkraut?

Him:  No thanks, I’m allergic to the stuff.

Guy:  You’re allergic to sauerkraut?

Him:  Yes.

Guy:  Are you sure?

Him:  If you were allergic to sauerkraut, don’t you think you’d be sure, too?

Guy:  But I like sauerkraut.

posted by Pauly D  on  08/26  at  12:29 AM


overheard in a place without any visible character

ros: another curious scientific phenomenon is the fact that the fingernails grow after death, as does the beard.

guil: what?

ros (loud): beard!

guil: but you’re not dead.

ros (irritated): i didn’t say they started to grow after death! (pause, calmer) the fingernails also grow before birth, though not the beard.

guil: what?

ros (shouts): beard! what’s wrong with you? (reflectively) the toenails, on the other hand, never grow at all.

guil (bemused) the toenails never grow at all?

ros: do they? it’s a funny thing - i cut my fingernails all the time, and every time i think to cut them, they need cutting. now, for instance. and yet, i never, to the best of my knowledge, cut my toenails. they ought to be curled under my feet by now, but it doesn’t happen. i never think about them. perhaps i cut them absent mindedly, when i’m thinking of something else.

posted by jmorrison  on  08/26  at  02:46 PM


I love those guys.

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