So I'm in line for...something at the Alamo, and there's a guy and a girl in front of me from New York, The girl is holding forth, very passionately, on the subject of prescription drugs in the water supply:
Random Girl: So there was this report in the New Yorker about how there's all these drugs in the public water supply, because the filtration plants can't separate it all out.
Random Dude: Oh yeah?
RGSo just think about it: the water you drink could contain Xanax...Paxil...Prozac...[glances in my direction]
Pete: Sweeeet
RG: [baleful stare]
Pete: What brand of cigarette is that you're smoking?
To be fair, we struck up a conversation after that and they were both very nice folks. I just like that the smoker would be worried about the threat of impurifying their precious bodily fluids.
I’m reminded of the comedian who found it amusing that the same smokers who insist that the odds are against them ever getting lung cancer will still stand in line to buy a lottery ticket. Then again, Dad had his PhD in statistics and smoked until the day he died (and we had him cremated, so I guess he smoked a little bit afterward, too…).
What is this, Overheard in New York? :)