Data Mining Earworms
I overhear two customers talking in my checkout line.
Customer: “I wish my brain could, like, process bitcoin or something, instead of always just having some stupid song playing in there on repeat.”
I overhear two customers talking in my checkout line.
Customer: “I wish my brain could, like, process bitcoin or something, instead of always just having some stupid song playing in there on repeat.”
While stocking the shelves in the toy aisle, I overhear a little girl talking to her dad:
Girl: “Dad, are boomerangs like frisbees but for people who have no friends?”
I overhear a tourist on the phone at a park that has lots of peacocks.
Tourist: “There’s blue disco chickens everywhere here, man…”
I see a dad putting his son, who looks to be about two or three, in a high chair at a restaurant. The kid isn’t having it and gives his dad an exasperated look.
Kid: “Am I a baby? Am. I. A. BABY?”
My dad and I are in a dollar store.
Dad: “I just heard the lady on the next aisle ask if something was a dollar.”
Me: “I’ve only read about those people on NotAlwaysRight. I didn’t think they existed in real life!”