Relationships

Abusive downstairs neighbor to girlfriend trying to break up with him: I haven't called you a bitch or a cunt in ages and I am proud of that!

Los Angeles, California

Overheard by: Nicole

Girl on phone: All right, bye. I love you sometimes.

Durham, North Carolina

Guy #1: So how was work?
Guy #2: I didn't go.
Guy #1: Oh, take a day off, did you?
Guy #2: Well, I went to Erin*'s house to see if she wanted to talk to my boss about getting a job but she was still asleep, and she looked cute, so I joined her.
Guy #1: Good excuse.

Bayonne, New Jersey

Girl in next aisle: Spanish doctor, pregnant nurse! Oh, snap!

Barnes & Noble
Plymouth Meeting, Pennsylvania

Girl to friend: I love him. I just want to clean his teeth, I sent him that in a message on MySpace, you know.

Pantages Theatre
Los Angeles, California

Overheard by: Juicetine

Happy, 30-something Indian suit, on phone in check-out line: Yes. Yes! She will be my sugar momma and you will be my wife. (pause) My sugar momma!

Wegmans, Dulles Airport
Washington, DC

Boyfriend #1: If I go home and find one piece of tranny porn on my computer, I am going to melt all your chocolate-covered pistachios and pour the chocolate down the toilet. I don't know what I'm going to do with the nuts… probably freeze them. I don't know…
Boyfriend #2: That is seriously life-ruining shit. Like a PSA on how tranny porn ruins lives.

Mountain View, California

Overheard by: Koora

Imaginative little boy to brother: That's evil's house, and then death comes walking out of it and he's like, “I hate my job.” And then he accidentally taps his wife on the head and is like, “noooo!”

London
England

Overheard by: Kaitlen

Loud drunk man at bar to attractive woman leaving restaurant: Can I take you out to McDonald's sometime?
Woman: No, I'm married. Thanks for the offer, though.
Drunk man: Married? Well, shoot! Where's your husband at then?
Woman: He's working.
Drunk man: Working? Well, hell! I work sometimes too!

Applebee's
Beaufort, South Carolina

Roommate, through wall: Oh, Ellen*, not naked psychology again…

St Andrews
Scotland