It’s always entertaining listening to people talk on the subway. I wonder how many of you readers seem like you’re preoccupied with something but really paying close attention to the nearest conversation. We New Yorkers sure like to play it off like nothing can phase us, and I think for the most part it doesn’t, but that doesn’t mean we’re not nosy motherfudgers.

So today a couple of ladies were talking about work. They were discussing how even though “I speak Korean, I won’t speak it with Diane, because though she’s Korean, she’s still the HR person.” That soon turned into talk about the pronunciation of Zheng in Chinese v. how it’s spelled. And how the woman whose last name is Zheng pronounces it wrong.

After more of this, “O damn, we’re going in the wrong direction!” They both get off at Roosevelt giggling their silly selves away.

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