It's not gonna happen, Charmaine.
Walking down Second Avenue today, here was the scene.
HE: shaven-head hipster-ish guy.
SHE: Was Marisa Tomei/Debi Mazar in another life.
SHE: Uh-huh.
HE: It's not gonna happen, Charmaine.
SHE: Uh-HUH.
HE: It's not gonna happen, Charmaine.
SHE: Oh, uh-HUH.
HE: I'm telling you what's gonna happen, and It's. Not. Gonna. HAPPEN. Charmaine!
(SHE makes the finger-loop "he's crazy" sign to the woman walking alongside her. I think this woman is Not Gonna Happen Charmaine's friend, until I realize she has earbuds in and is paying no attention. And walks faster. I walk around the pair.)
HE: Don't fight me with me on the street.
SHE: Oh, yeah.
HE: Because it's not gonna happen.
HE: shaven-head hipster-ish guy.
SHE: Was Marisa Tomei/Debi Mazar in another life.
SHE: Uh-huh.
HE: It's not gonna happen, Charmaine.
SHE: Uh-HUH.
HE: It's not gonna happen, Charmaine.
SHE: Oh, uh-HUH.
HE: I'm telling you what's gonna happen, and It's. Not. Gonna. HAPPEN. Charmaine!
(SHE makes the finger-loop "he's crazy" sign to the woman walking alongside her. I think this woman is Not Gonna Happen Charmaine's friend, until I realize she has earbuds in and is paying no attention. And walks faster. I walk around the pair.)
HE: Don't fight me with me on the street.
SHE: Oh, yeah.
HE: Because it's not gonna happen.
posted by crumblord at 7:06 PM
3 Comments:
Did it end up happening?
Oh - see? Because I see a WHOLE blog coming out of this one conversation! Or at least, a "Conversation Overhears of the Day" kinda blog.
Brilliant. But then...you are :-)
Hey. You with the content. Come back!
Do I have to challenge you? Because I will. Anything to bring back the sweet, Crumblord-y goodness.
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