Six-year-old girl: Mommy, those aren’t my friends. Those are my entourage.
Upper East Side mom: Jackie, you have so many friends! I’m so happy for you!
Six-year-old girl: Mommy, those aren’t my friends. Those are my entourage.
Six-year-old girl: Mommy, those aren’t my friends. Those are my entourage.
(family stands facing the empire state building) Tourist son: Mom, which one is the Empire State Building? Tourist mom: I think it’s the one with the circley top. (points to the Chrysler Building) Tourist dad: No, honey, it’s the one way out there, on the water. Tourist son #2: That’s the Statue of Liberty. (to no one in paritcular) I can’t believe I’m part of this fucking family.
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Overheard in New York | Your Real Parents Are Never Coming for You, Kid Ég heyrði einmitt einhvern benda á Chrysler bygginguna og segja að þetta væri Empire State byggingin þegar ég var að labba upp Lexington Ave. Greinilega algengur misskilningur. |