Overheard in New York

I just had my very own Overheard in New York moment, only I'm not going to submit it because I keep hearing how the Overheard in New York moments are fabricated. Here it is...

Crazy Person 1: I have a steel plate in my head, you wanna know why? From feeding stray cats.
Crazy Person 2: Wow... that sucks.

--Wyckoff Street b/w Smith & Court (Cobble Hill, Brooklyn)

I suppose it's not as funny reading this as it was for me hearing it and seeing it (the woman had like 100 buttons on her shirt like she worked at T.G.I. Fridays and was wearing a crooked baseball cap.) I'm pissed I didn't have my camera with me because I would've taken her picture. But then again, maybe I wouldn't have, because that would be kind of mean, wouldn't it? But she didn't seem homeless, just crazy, so maybe not. But I suppose mental illness is nothing to make fun of either. Gosh, being politically correct takes all the fun out of things, doesn't it?

She waved to Beverly (or as she's now being called by all my friends, "Yorkie Vagina." "How's Yorkie Vagina?" they all ask. Or they call and leave messages, "Hey, just wonderin' how Bev's jy-nie is..." See post below for details.) as we walked by.

Okay, that's it. Bye for now.