Overheard on the T:
Coming back on the airport shuttle, two girls dressed in micro denim skirts and stiletto heels boarded the T with a bunch of foreigners. The brunette started talking about how wasted the blonde was (passed out under a pile of people in a stranger's car that was pulled over).
Brunette: "You are sooo retahded."
Blonde: "Don't call me retahded, I got an IQ of... like... um... 4.0"
Welcome to America, I hope not too many people on the bus spoke English.
Later on the same crowded noisy T as the breaks were squealing,
blonde yells out over the noise: "I gotta call my mum real quick. Think she'll know I'm on the T?"
Heather (under hear breath): "Not if stupidity is hereditary."
Conversation continues as they get on the Green Line and sit halfway down the car from us.
Blonde: "You need a new phone, this one looks like a calculator."
Brunette: "But I just managed to figure out how to use this phone, I don't want to learn a new one."
Heather (to the little girl sitting across from us): "Cover your ears, you don't want to catch stupidity."
Other interesting notes about their evening:
The blonde passed out in a sketchy guy's bed.
They couldn't have been more than seventeen years old.
They were clearly still wearing their whoring clothes from the night before, but the make-up had smudged into a clown-like face that we in the city refer to as a "hot mess." Hot mess means you look like a steaming pile of...
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