One of my coworkers always spent his vacations with his family, a 12h drive away. He’d only stop to get gas.
As everybody in the factory had told him it would, this ended the first time his pregnant wife was in the car with him. I think the key sentence was “you stop right NOW or by God I’m peeing all over the fucking seat!”
There’s some times threats of violence (either to humans or to leather upholstery) are perfectly understandable.
Awesome.
I live in the Appalachian foothills (more like mole-hills) of southern Ohio, so I get to overhear a different brand of random stuff.
In a department store: “He’s my cousin, and when I married his uncle I became his aunt.”
The comments overheard in the OP are a dime-a-dozen on 8th Ave. between Penn Station and 40th St. I walk that stretch every day. There is a group of aging derelicts and drug addicts who are always up to something. There was just an actual serious stabbing there a few weeks ago at the McDonalds. What’s funny is that “gangs” and “crews” are common among people in their teens and 20’s, but this crew’s members appear to be between 50 - 65. It’s like they never stopped doing what they were doing since their youth. I think that their life would make a very interesting documentary.
This was a few blocks below Penn Station, but, yeah.
Oh yes, that pesky santorum.
Damn, I miss New York!
If it’s dull it’ll hurt more. This was a big thing in 12th century English law enforcement.