One of my favorite Overheard in New York stories (inspired by this post, via Boing Boing):
Scene: Midtown high-rise, 9th floor. Bike messenger waiting for elevator. Door opens; another messenger emerges, disoriented.
Messenger #1: Whatcha lookin for?
Messenger #2: [Looks at package, pauses.] "Douchebag."
Messenger #1 silently points down the hall towards this sign:
Someday I'll also tell the story about the two guys who confused Frescobaldi with Vince Guaraldi.



Hah!
Posted by: Kenny | May 14, 2005 at 02:39 PM