Overheard in the Terminal II
Scene: LaGuardia Airport, Winter 2005
Lady 1: late 60’s. Teal polyester pants and matching jacket. Thick soled beige shoes.
Lady 2: late 40’s. Lady 1’s daughter-in-law. Purple silk pantsuit.
Man: late 40’s. Lady 1’s son. White dress shirt. Tan dress pants rolled up because they’re too long.
All: Thick southern accents
Lady 1: I sure would like to have that recipe for cheese soup you make.
Lady 2: It’s my mother’s recipe.
Lady 1: It sure is good – with potatoes and onions and cheese. It sure is good.
Lady 2: It’s very easy to make.
Lady 1: I sure would like to have that recipe.
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Lady 1: (arms crossed, lower lip pushed out a bit) Mmmm mmm mmmm (shaking head in disapproval). Hmphh. You sure do see a little of everything here dontcha? Mmmmm.
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Lady 1: He was hiding for three days.
Lady 2: From what?
Lady 1: I don’t know. From the wolves, I guess.
Lady 2: Goodness.
Lady 1: I had that cat so darn long I got attached. He never was so glad to see me.
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Man on cell phone:
How did you like Mexica?
You didn’t see any fat dogs, did you?
Yeah, the only dogs you see down there are skinny and fast.
Did you see people livin’ in boxes?
Huh. You should see Mexica City.
Filed under: General on March 25th, 2005
March 25th, 2005 at 6:41 am
People are bizarre sometimes. Hmm…cheese, potato, and onion, how hard can it be?
March 25th, 2005 at 7:51 am
Oooh! I love the overheard conversations! People are so weird!
March 25th, 2005 at 3:53 pm
That’s hilarious. Man on cell phone makes me laugh! I just thank god I’M not weird…
March 25th, 2005 at 3:53 pm
That’s hilarious. Man on cell phone makes me laugh! I just thank god I’M not weird…
March 26th, 2005 at 11:40 am
Yeah, I do tend to run into some interesting people at the airport. And I’ll bet at least some of them are thinking, “Who’s that freak over there with the notebook who keeps staring at us?”