You can't fathom the things I hear on a daily basis while riding public transportation. The spectrum spans from intimate details being told to friends via cell phone convos to Republicans exclaiming their excitement about Tina Fey look-a-like and symbol of Alaskan pride, (whatever her first name is) Palin to hobos, bums and junkies talking to everyone and no one at the same time about God knows what; it's all a bit disturbing yet hilarious.
Wednesday's Muni ride took the cake when I overheard (I might as well say heard, since they were yelling) two teenage girls partake in the following dialogue:
Girl#1: Yo! That's that dude Billy! That n---a tried to get in me.
Girl#2: Let's go holla at him.
Girl#1: Word. (The girls proceed to exit the J at the next stop. Meanwhile I pick my jaw up off the floor)
For those in need of translation: The girls spotted an acquaintance they recognized while riding the J streetcar. One of the girls made out with said boy. Said boy tried to initiate sexual intercourse but failed. The girls decided to exit the streetcar and accost said boy.
Some things can never be unheard and can never be forgotten.
P.S.-The aforementioned dialogue was not taken from a contemporary Rap album skit. It really happened. I repeat, it really happened. Sho nuff.
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