I parked in a different garage than usual this morning. Waiting outside my car to get a receipt, I could not help but overhear the 30-something dude standing next to the Lexus in front of my crapmobile. He was having a loud, animated conversation with someone on his cell phone. The prim, 50-ish blond woman behind me smiled and we exchanged one of those "Oy, this guy needs to shut up!" looks.
Said the guy to his invisible friend: "Man, I remember that girl! Hotttt! Those Scandanavian chicks give insane head, man! Insane!"
I popped one hand over my mouth, trying not to laugh. The blonde woman smirked. We both stared at the dude who finally noticed there were other people there.
Said he to us: "Well, they do! Just ask around!"
I replied: "Uh, I think I'll pass."
Said the blonde: "I don't have to ask. I'm from Iceland."
HA! Brilliant! I have no idea if she was from Iceland, but it was a marvelous reply.
Phone dude paused for a moment, laughed, and just turned away, continuing on his chat as if nothing had transpired.
City livin'. Helluva thing.