Overheard just now, in NY.

Going to drop off laundry. No headphones. Standing outside the laundromat waiting for a woman with a stroller to move along. Guy in a chair, sitting next to the door, talking into his phone: “No, I’m telling you … look I mean it. No, put the video in. Just look at it. No, really. All right, but now go to 2:09. Two minutes and nine seconds, what do you think I mean? The street? No, 2:09! Jesus, see? There’s this girl, no I’m on the street, but I saw it before so I’m telling you it’s there. Ther