in Starbucks: "You gotta put your finger way up in there."
corner of Burnside and 21st: "I didn't call no goddamn Middle East!"
in Fred Meyer grocery store: "Damn, they got Gatorade still for 99 cents. Tight."
in Fred Meyer grocery store: "The cat peed all over the damn place."
in Fred Meyer grocery store: "I don't care if you ARE late."
Cell phones (and their loud, obnoxious public over-use) have made overhearing more interesting.
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