tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-244319182009-07-05T18:14:39.509-04:00Overheard In PortlandThese are real conversations that have been overheard in and around Portland, Maine. If you'd like to contribute to the blog, please leave us a richly detailed comment or email LL.Boo Puff Ballhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14177322020408890562noreply@blogger.comBlogger127125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24431918.post-90719630658309523652009-07-05T18:05:00.003-04:002009-07-05T18:14:39.516-04:00Know your landmarks<span style="font-weight: bold;">Woman:</span> "This isn't the beach. It's the ocean!"<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Man: </span>"Oh, really?"<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Woman: </span>"The<span style="font-style: italic;"> Atlantic</span> Ocean."<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />(Overheard at Popham Beach in Phippsburg.)<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24431918-9071963065830952365?l=overheardinportland.blogspot.com'/></div>charlottehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16718208862820564782noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24431918.post-75060301066824343412009-07-05T08:44:00.002-04:002009-07-05T08:45:55.077-04:00Good Cop/Bad Cop<span style="font-weight: bold;">Drunk Guy</span>: "You be the good cop, I'll be the bad cop. Which is awesome cause you're bigger and I'm littler!"<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />(Overheard on Congress Street near the Eastern Prom before the fireworks)<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24431918-7506030106682434341?l=overheardinportland.blogspot.com'/></div>lizzie louhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04750827253619397973liz.woodbury@gmail.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24431918.post-5900495720627252082009-07-05T08:41:00.003-04:002009-07-05T08:44:01.283-04:00Oops<span style="font-weight: bold;">Teenage boy, to his friend</span>: "You know, man, Kaitlin's looking pretty hot tonight."<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Friend</span>: (unintelligible)<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Teenage boy</span>: "I didn't <span style="font-style: italic;">mean </span>to hit her in the face!"<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />(Overheard by MH after the fireworks on the Eastern Prom)<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24431918-590049572062725208?l=overheardinportland.blogspot.com'/></div>lizzie louhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04750827253619397973liz.woodbury@gmail.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24431918.post-86604579460056014512009-07-04T04:35:00.000-04:002009-07-04T04:35:00.217-04:00Street Soap Opera<span style="font-weight:bold;">Very intoxicated woman, to equally intoxicated man</span>: "Listen to me: listen, wouldja? It's a marriage of <span style="font-style:italic;">convenience</span>."<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />(Overheard on Park Street)<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24431918-8660457946005601451?l=overheardinportland.blogspot.com'/></div>lizzie louhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04750827253619397973liz.woodbury@gmail.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24431918.post-37789771392444681922009-07-03T14:38:00.003-04:002009-07-05T08:50:22.710-04:00Lazy<span style="font-weight: bold;">Woman 1</span>: "You know, I really don't like Kristin."<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Woman 2</span>: "What, 'cause she's mean?"<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Woman 1</span>: "No, 'cause she's <span style="font-style: italic;">lazy</span>! I mean, come on, if you can't walk around for two hours then you have a <span style="font-style: italic;">problem</span>. It's not strenuous. We are not asking her to jog."<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24431918-3778977139244468192?l=overheardinportland.blogspot.com'/></div>Maggie Eismeierhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07024392390802851626rafa.GK.madrid@gmail.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24431918.post-84301207539598632612009-07-03T14:37:00.002-04:002009-07-05T08:52:16.817-04:00The Inheritance<span style="font-weight: bold;">Older man, to boy with phone at next table</span>: "You talkin' to California?"<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Boy's mom</span>: "No, we are at Starbucks."<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Older man</span>: "You got a rich aunt out there! Be good to her!"<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24431918-8430120753959863261?l=overheardinportland.blogspot.com'/></div>Maggie Eismeierhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07024392390802851626rafa.GK.madrid@gmail.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24431918.post-16033634328690313252009-07-03T09:54:00.003-04:002009-07-03T11:26:22.098-04:00It was a Good day in the Neighborhood!<span style="font-weight: bold;">One trash guy to the other</span>: "Oh, my gosh - these cookies are still warm."<br /><br />(later the same day)<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Young man to his lady friend:</span> "Of course they love me! I just got new socks."<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />(overheard by Hanson's Carriage House Antiques)<br /><br /><span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24431918-1603363432869031325?l=overheardinportland.blogspot.com'/></div>Rosemaryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14056818612695738329noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24431918.post-57091589014266200652009-07-02T08:00:00.000-04:002009-07-02T08:00:40.411-04:00Here's Where Math Skills Come in Handy<span style="font-weight: bold;">Gushy Woman</span> (admiring adorable baby): "How old is she?"<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Mom</span>: "She just turned one."<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Gushy Woman</span> (noticing the baby's brothers): "How old are they?"<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Mom</span>: "One is three, and one is five."<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Gushy Woman</span>: "Twins?"<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Mom</span>: "Um, no."<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />(Overheard by JSF in Monument Square)<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24431918-5709158901426620065?l=overheardinportland.blogspot.com'/></div>lizzie louhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04750827253619397973liz.woodbury@gmail.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24431918.post-62696113004870935512009-07-01T11:42:00.002-04:002009-07-01T11:45:33.195-04:00Musical<span style="font-weight: bold;">Preschooler </span>(emits a long fart, then contemplates for a while): "Sounds like jazz!"<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />(Overheard by Dorcas Beaver at a Portland area preschool)<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24431918-6269611300487093551?l=overheardinportland.blogspot.com'/></div>lizzie louhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04750827253619397973liz.woodbury@gmail.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24431918.post-44524348282224006612009-06-28T16:58:00.002-04:002009-06-28T17:05:25.111-04:00What's The Big Deal?<span style="font-weight: bold;">Young zombie </span><span style="font-weight: bold;">girl</span><span style="font-weight: bold;">, with deathly pale skin, long reddish braids, many wounds and bloodstains, and one arm</span>: "Why is everybody <span style="font-style: italic;">staring </span>at me? So I only have one arm - it's not <span style="font-style: italic;">that </span>unusual!"<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />(Overheard at <a href="http://pressherald.mainetoday.com/story.php?id=264723&ac=Outdoors&pg=1" target="_blank">Zombie Kickball</a> on the Eastern Prom in the rain)<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24431918-4452434828222400661?l=overheardinportland.blogspot.com'/></div>lizzie louhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04750827253619397973liz.woodbury@gmail.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24431918.post-81018437349676895692009-06-26T16:26:00.002-04:002009-06-28T17:06:32.689-04:00Career Paths<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">Man: </span> "She was a post hole digger. She put in fence posts for the county. This was after the money-laundering."<br /><br /><br /><br />(Overheard on Park Street)<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24431918-8101843734967689569?l=overheardinportland.blogspot.com'/></div>Maggie Eismeierhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07024392390802851626rafa.GK.madrid@gmail.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24431918.post-54056443924855556302009-06-25T10:58:00.002-04:002009-06-25T11:00:46.167-04:00President Ninja<span style="font-weight:bold;">First thirteen year-old boy</span>: "I love Obama."<br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">Second thirteen year-old boy</span>: "Me too, I love Obama. He's a ninja."<br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">First thirteen year-old boy</span>: "Yeah, he <span style="font-style:italic;">is </span>a ninja."<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />(Overheard on Brighton Ave)<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24431918-5405644392485555630?l=overheardinportland.blogspot.com'/></div>lizzie louhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04750827253619397973liz.woodbury@gmail.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24431918.post-25867614025684263642009-06-25T10:52:00.004-04:002009-06-25T11:27:37.153-04:00I think I'll let the Universe Step Up to the Plate<span style="font-weight: bold;">Cashier, to woman buying lottery tickets</span>: "Do you keep the ones that aren't winners?"<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Woman </span>(shaking her head): "I think I'll let the universe step up and help me become a winner. Easy pick. Though if I don't win, it doesn't mean the universe doesn't love me. Just not my turn."<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />(overheard at Hannaford on Forest Avenue in the morning)<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24431918-2586761402568426364?l=overheardinportland.blogspot.com'/></div>Rosemaryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14056818612695738329noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24431918.post-66853563879337388142009-06-24T21:07:00.002-04:002009-06-24T21:13:56.460-04:00Sunshine Scat Mid-week30-ish brunnette women by voice, approximately 5'8ish walking down the street, I could only see her head as her voice called out to no one for the sheer act of Singing.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">A clear voice</span> singing Scat that was so full of Joy! <br /><br /><br /><br />Thank you! After so much rain it was a gladness to hear joy vs. complaints about the weather.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />(overhead from a window on Park Street, around 8:30pm)<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24431918-6685356387933738814?l=overheardinportland.blogspot.com'/></div>Rosemaryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14056818612695738329noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24431918.post-23285801926226733402009-06-23T02:47:00.000-04:002009-06-23T02:47:00.968-04:00It's Gonna Be an Awesome Party<span style="font-weight: bold;">Macho guy on cellphone, standing in line with his shopping cart:</span> "Yo, I got a 30-pack of Coors Light and some <span style="font-style: italic;">Dunkeroos</span>, bro!"<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />(Overheard at Hannaford)<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24431918-2328580192622673340?l=overheardinportland.blogspot.com'/></div>lizzie louhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04750827253619397973liz.woodbury@gmail.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24431918.post-64959479343977761812009-06-21T09:19:00.000-04:002009-06-21T09:19:00.465-04:00A World of Work<span style="font-weight:bold;">Bedraggled guy talking to himself on Congress Street at 10PM</span>: "It's a premonition! Stay away from me, I have a world of work to do."<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />(Overheard by DM on Congress Street)<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24431918-6495947934397776181?l=overheardinportland.blogspot.com'/></div>lizzie louhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04750827253619397973liz.woodbury@gmail.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24431918.post-43424578772994982682009-06-19T06:00:00.001-04:002009-06-19T09:12:20.701-04:00That is SO Portland<span style="font-weight:bold;">Portland voter</span>: "I love gay marriage. And I would vote for the freaking dog catcher if she were a democrat."<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />(Overheard by J J-M at the June 12th special election)<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24431918-4342457877299498268?l=overheardinportland.blogspot.com'/></div>lizzie louhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04750827253619397973liz.woodbury@gmail.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24431918.post-47251840006657010982009-06-18T22:22:00.004-04:002009-06-19T09:11:41.619-04:00Sick<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">Young boy watching friend play Gameboy: "</span>Sick! Sick! Sick!"<div><br /><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">Friend, playing Gameboy: </span> "I am not throwing up!"</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">First boy: </span>"I know! It's just awesome!"</div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24431918-4725184000665701098?l=overheardinportland.blogspot.com'/></div>Maggie Eismeierhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07024392390802851626rafa.GK.madrid@gmail.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24431918.post-76527944127792687992009-06-18T22:07:00.002-04:002009-06-19T09:12:12.005-04:00It's a miracle!<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">Teenage girl to mother using Slap-Chop</span>: "Mom, you are Vince! My mother is the Chosen One!"<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24431918-7652794412779268799?l=overheardinportland.blogspot.com'/></div>Maggie Eismeierhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07024392390802851626rafa.GK.madrid@gmail.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24431918.post-7990387635760485062009-06-18T17:15:00.001-04:002009-06-19T09:12:36.406-04:00Dawn's Announcement<span style="font-weight:bold;">Girl on Phone</span>: "Well, whatever you do, it won't be as bad as the time Dawn stood up and told everyone she was a racist."<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />(Overheard by M P-S at Material Objects)<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24431918-799038763576048506?l=overheardinportland.blogspot.com'/></div>lizzie louhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04750827253619397973liz.woodbury@gmail.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24431918.post-11998492142177116492009-06-17T19:49:00.003-04:002009-06-17T19:51:26.339-04:00A Perfect Example of Why You Shouldn't Ask That Question<span style="font-weight:bold;">Woman number one</span>: "So, are you pregnant?"<br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">Woman number two</span>: "No, I'm just fat."<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />(Overheard by MH in an office waiting room in Portland)<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24431918-1199849214217711649?l=overheardinportland.blogspot.com'/></div>lizzie louhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04750827253619397973liz.woodbury@gmail.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24431918.post-91979621576351642972009-06-14T20:32:00.002-04:002009-06-14T20:37:23.921-04:00Indoor Cat<span style="font-weight: bold;">Catch-playing girl number one</span>: "Your cat's name is Tigger? That is like the most unoriginal name ever. I bet that there are a million cats named Tigger."<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Catch-playing girl number two</span>: "So? He'll never know: he's an indoor cat!"<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />(Overheard by JR on the Western Prom)<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24431918-9197962157635164297?l=overheardinportland.blogspot.com'/></div>lizzie louhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04750827253619397973liz.woodbury@gmail.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24431918.post-45917680412992471392009-06-11T07:15:00.001-04:002009-06-11T07:16:59.972-04:00I'm Going to Assume She's Not Talking to a Commercial Pilot<span style="font-weight: bold;">Young woman, on cell phone</span>: "Well, if you fuck up, nobody's gonna <span style="font-style: italic;">die</span>."<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />(Overheard at Hannaford)<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24431918-4591768041299247139?l=overheardinportland.blogspot.com'/></div>lizzie louhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04750827253619397973liz.woodbury@gmail.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24431918.post-49193187289750943042009-06-08T18:21:00.003-04:002009-06-11T07:17:27.639-04:00They're everywhere<span style="font-weight: bold;">Mom to toddler</span>: "Careful! Human beings! Human beings! You're an infant!"<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />(Overheard at the Old Port Festival)<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24431918-4919318728975094304?l=overheardinportland.blogspot.com'/></div>charlottehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16718208862820564782noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24431918.post-47375612368433364112009-06-06T21:55:00.006-04:002009-06-11T07:18:43.238-04:00RUSH...great last name when ordering take out.<strong>Person taking a to-go order to person on the phone</strong>: "And a name please."<br /><br /><strong>(Person on phone replies)</strong><br /><br /><strong>Order taker</strong>: "RUSH, ok. It'll be ready in 15 minutes."<br /><br /><strong>Order taker turns to kitchen hands in order and says:</strong> "RUSH!"<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />(Overheard around 8ish while dining at Haggarty's)<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24431918-4737561236843336411?l=overheardinportland.blogspot.com'/></div>Rosemaryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14056818612695738329noreply@blogger.com0