overheard

I was on my way to the chiropractor this week and I overheard some amusing little quips.

The first was on the subway.

There were two young guys travelling together. 

One was carrying a bag from GNC, clearly chock-ful of supplements and other goodies.

His friend asked how much weight he was hoping to gain.

"ten lbs in 4 weeks" he replied.

"you won't be able to keep it on," the friend replied

"Water weight. water weight."

Vitamin boy tried to explain how he was going to pack on the pounds 

but everytime he introduced a new point, his buddy said

"water weight."

I went back to my book

but zeroed in again when they started up about drinking.

Friend #1 was trying to convince Vitamin boy to go out with him for St. Patrick's Day.

Here's my transcript of their conversation:

"I'm not Irish"

"Everybody's Irish on St. Patrick's day!"

"I'm Portufake"

"Wha?"

"I'm faux-teguese"

"Well you should come."

"I'm not really into drinking. You lose a day or two from just one night of drinking."

"It's one day! Just one day!"

"Christmas is one day. My birthday is one day"

"Yeah"

"You know what else is one day?"

"What?"

"Every day of the year!"

I almost started laughing out loud when he said this. It was hilarious.

I got off the subway and was walking to my chiropractor's office 

and saw two girls getting out of a car,

one of them said something about the other one moving.

Her friend replied by saying,

"yeah - I'm - uh - kind of -

a hoarder."

I kept walking, watching a man in front of me walk his dog.

A little white dog that didn't really use it's back legs. 

It would take a step with the front legs

and then hop both of the back legs to catch up.

It was quite a sight.

Overall, it was a most enjoyable journey.

My chiropractor enjoyed the stories too.

Slice of life

Some of my favorite moments are just that - moments. Brief, like a flash, but they stick with you long after they have ended.

I had one this morning.

I had just arrived at my office

and closed the door so I could take off my bike shorts

(a must when wearing skirts and biking to the subway in the mornings.

Plus, very convenient on gusty days.)

It was dark in my office

and kind of dark outside because it's a gray day out there

I saw two men walking towards each other, at a distance, on the sidewalk.

One suddenly started to speed up.

The other noticed and did the same.

Then, they both broke into a run.

They ran towards each other at top speed,

one slight, all dressed in white, with dark, dark skin

the other, heavy and gleaming white bald head - dressed in a black tshirt and jeans

racing towards each other.

The guy in white took the lead - his bag slung across his chest, lurching this way and that as he ran.

He took a sharp right, turns the corner,

baldy is catching up

He continues his sprint

and reaches a door.

Baldy catches up.

They guy in white opens the door

and they look at each other and burst into laughter.

I can't hear them

but I can see them go.

They were racing each other to work.

And I thought,

they do this every day.

Two grown men - trying to beat each other.

It was hilarious.

And it was a good way to start my day.