Showing posts with label Overheard in New York. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Overheard in New York. Show all posts

Saturday, February 23, 2008

Avanti!

Overheard in New York enjoys the guy who gives directions on how to get to Essex Street (link):

Tourist guy: How do I get to Essex Street from here?
New Yorker guy: Go down about seven or eight blocks, make a left, and ask somebody there.

Cute, but two things. One, in Italy this is standard. Ask how to get anywhere and the responder will wave a hand in a general direction and say “avanti!” Which means, go that way for a while and then ask somebody else.

Two, I think it is pretty good advice. The questioner here was at Second Avenue and Saint Mark’s Place. A more comprehensive response would have been:

New York guy: Drive, walk, subway or bus?

Tourist guy: Um, walk, I guess, unless…

New York guy: Well, where on Essex Street?

Tourist guy (fumbling through his guide): Number 90.

New York guy: What’s the cross street?

Tourist guy: Um, I have no idea ...

New York guy: Well if it is near Delancy you go down, let me see, six, seven, eight—no, I think ten—no, nine—blocks, and then you turn left and go, um, six—no maybe ten—let me count…

Tourist guy, disappearing down Second Avenue: got it, thanks!

Translated: way too much information, bro. I go down about seven or eight blocks, make a left, and ask somebody down there.

Which is just exactly what New York guy said.

Sunday, January 20, 2008

Really?

This sounds so much like a piece of not-so-hot scripting, you have to wonder (link)...

Drama queen, looking at watch: I hope you're happy. We missed our train.
Stressed mother: Okay, okay... Let's just look at the board and see when the next train into Stamford it.
Drama queen: Mo-ooom...
Stressed mother: Listen, Bethany, I can't help it if the cab driver couldn't speak English and took us to the wrong place.
Drama queen: I think we both know that we're late because you're a fatass and had to stop at Starbucks.
Stressed mother: Bethany, enough.
Drama queen: Mom, I am a child model. I make more money than you do, and I could probably figure out the damn train if you'd let me.
Stressed mother: Enough.
Drama queen: If we don't get back to Vermont by nine o'clock tonight, I'm never speaking to you again.

--Grand Central

Headline: That Might Be Best

Saturday, April 21, 2007

Why We Love New York

A stray kitten wanders up to a little girl who bends down to pet it.

Mom: Come on, sweetie, it's time to cross the street.
Little girl, dismayed: But I'm petting the kitty.
Mom: Honey, we need to go. Say bye-bye, now.
Little girl: Goddammit, mommy, I'm petting the kitty!

--17th & 6th

From Overheard in New York ("Can we have a little childhood here?"), and thanks, Larry.