The New York City Marathon came back in a flash this past Sunday, November 4 after being cancelled last year due to that bitch Sandy.
I posted up on Bedford Avenue at Mile 11 to cheer on several friends. The conversations happening around me, were memorable, indeed. Plus, I’m an excellent eavesdropper, thus the list below. You’re at somewhat of a disadvantage not being able to hear the actual voices, but I think you’ll get a laugh out of these gems anyway.
Girl 1: What do you think they’re listening too?
Girl 2: Hip hop. Some really cheesy hip hop.
Girl 3: Or, Beyoncé.
Girl 1: Who are we looking for?
Girl 2: Her name is Carlie. She has short blonde hair. She’s a lesbian.
Girl 1: OMG, then why haven’t I met her?
Girl: These people are amazing. All that training! Look he’s in a wheelchair. <Pause> I feel teeeeerrible about myself.
Man scampers across the street clutching a small table.
Girl: He totally just got that from the flea market.
Little Kid: Cookie Monster!!
Runner dressed as Oscar the Grouch: NO, I’m not Cookie Monster. He’s blue. I’m green.
Guy: I really should just run down the block or something.
Man with a CitiBike walks it across Bedford Ave. cutting runners off.
Angry Man: Get off the f**king course. Angry mob scene ensues, supervised by amused NYPD officers.
Fashion girl: OMG! Amazing shorts! (She said this three times).
Girl 1: Holds out hand to high five a runner.
Girl 2: OMG, he totally wanted that!
Girl: Aww, she runs so pretty.