I love the whole "Overheard" website concept. I often overhear people saying strange things, but more often, people probably overhear me saying strange things.
The best recent instance of this was probably two weeks ago when I was on the Orange Line and late to work. I needed a phone number, and my only hope to get it was guiding my grandma via phone to get on the computer to go online and get it... "Ok do you know where the internet is... Now, hit enter. It's on the keyboard Gram...V as in Victor. No, not winter VICTOR."
I had to talk really loud too. I bet my fellow commuters enjoyed that.
The other day at school I overheard a girl complaining, "My girlfriend is living with my ex-boyfriend!!" Must be complicated...
But here is a gem I saw on the Overheard Everywhere site today:
From Jane Austin's Nonsense and Insensibility
Guy: Hello, pot, this is the kettle! You're black!
Girl: I am not black. What are you talking about?
Guy: It's a metaphor. Do you know what a metaphor is?
Girl: Yes -- it's a giant flaming rock that comes out of the sky. You never make any sense.
Seattle, Washingtonvia Overheard Everywhere, Oct 8, 2007
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Te recuerdo como eras en el último otoño. Eras la boina gris y el corazón en calma. En tus ojos peleaban las llamas del crepúsculo. Y las hojas caían en el agua de tu alma. -Pablo Neruda
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I love overheard websites, too. they always brighten my day... while simultaneously making me weep a little at the stupidity of some in the world. how do they manage?
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