george's coffee shop, and some from you

breakfast at george's coffee shop on 164th and bway yesterday found me with my back facing a couple of self-identified Old Timers:

People don't know what we went through. People truly don't understand.
We gotta move around a lot. That's how it is in the resistance.

and from some of you, these are superb (thank you!):

I fry mine in butter. (very loud at a concert)
I'm not that stupid.
Sometimes I just forget that you're my boyfriend and not another girl.
Go, Arkady, run like the girls and be happy.
In the trenches it’s all twos and threes.

Comments

[Colin Jacobsen]

Is there the Freudian category?
Heard in Brooklyn pizza shop (imagine macho brooklyn accent)
"The only women I kiss on the lips are my sister and my mother"

[Lisa Bielawa]

ah well maybe there should be. but this ought to liven things up in the 'family' category, yes?