just remembered this one - can't resist posting again
during rush hour, a friend and i are crammed onto the subway next to an unlikely pair, possibly on a date. he's just a regular guy, she's a hipster, and she's talking a mile a minute.

her uncle's ex-best friend, apparently, was raised on an island of hippies, where they gave drugs to the children becaused it amused them, so he went to morocco, which is where her cousin also went after he broke up with his girlfriend of six years, they used to live in blah blah blah...

eventually, her story peters out. for a few seconds, there is silence.

she can't stand it; "so you're a mormon? i'm into mormons. do you have to wear that scratchy underwear?"

my friend and i, meanwhile, are practically gnawing our arms off to avoid literally laughing in their faces.
(catfish23 shouldn't throw stones, Fri 7 Jan 2005, 6:13, Reply)