Posts filed under ‘OverHeard’
OVERHEARD-Movie Theater
As we were exiting the movie UP:
Father to small boy, “What’s that in your hand?”
Boy to father, “Look! Squirrel!”
It’s only funny if you saw the movie. Then it’s really funny!
Check out the dog pack.
OVERHEARD-Hair Salon
Customer-“My husband says I have buffalo hair.”
Stylist-“What happened?’
Customer-“I used to give myself home perms.”
Do they still make those?
OVERHEARD-Teacher’s Credit Union
Woman-“I’d like to cash this check please.”
Teller-“Do you have an account at this bank?”
Woman-“No, but this check is written on one of your accounts.”
Teller-“I need your driver’s license. This is gonna take awhile.”
Woman-“And why is that?”
Teller-“Because you don’t have an account at this bank.”
OVERHEARD-Denny’s
Mom, who works at Denny’s, treating two of her three adorable children to dinner and then Toys ‘R Us for a ten dollar game.
Waitress to mother, “Oh, I’ve never met Oldest Son. Who does he look like?”
Daughter pipes up, “He looks like TI. TI’s in locked up for a year and a day.”
Oh my.
Then the waitress asks where the other daughter is.
Mom, “She’s home with Grandpa. She wrote her entire name on the mini blinds with marker and lied about it. I told her if she was gonna lie – write somebody else’s name.”
After the waitress left, the son was telling his mother about his music teacher, “who’s an old lady with beautiful hair-like her.”
Pointing to me.
OVERHEARD-Hair Salon
Getting my hair done when a little old lady walks in booming, “You told me to grow my hair out! Well, I grew it out and it looks like s__! I went all over Europe looking like s___!
Oh my.
Her stylist, completely not-pulsed, ” You’re fine. Sit yourself down and let me take that.”
“You be careful with that! I got it in Europe. It was over $9,000!”
Teensie, my stylist and I lock eyes in the mirror and get the giggles.
Her stylist, not missing a beat, “Nine THOUSAND dollars? Then I’ll sell it. Coffee or Coke?”
“What is it?”, I hiss, envisioning a rock-star Birkin in a color I have never seen before.
“Short, black leather jacket.” Teensie whispers.
I whip around and quickly back again.
“That’s no $9,000 jacket!”
Big brown eyes meeting mine in the mirror, “Maybe it’s a magic jacket.”
Very unladylike snorting of coffee.
LOL=little old ladies. God bless ’em.