Bostonist Overheard: a beginning

We’ve been listening in on some of the crazy crap people have been talking around this city. It seems that most of it has been Red Sox, Red Sox, Red Sox. In between discussions of Papelbon and Papi we’ve heard some outlandish statements that we can only hope our eavesdropping has taken out of context.

Two kids in Central Square are watching as a third kid talks to a woman in Haitian Creole.
Kid One: Yo, ain't he Spanish?
Kid Two: Nah, just fat.

Today we had a work-style wedding shower for a co-worker someone offered this advice:
Something you should know about getting married is never let her go anywhere alone. Because if she wanders off into the woods, and dies, the police are gonna make you the prime suspect.

A man crouching down with a peach in his hand outstretched to his daughter
Now that peach is wicked ripe. Wicked ripe.

Bostonist has now been schooled in peach selection, keeping off the police blotter for missing spouses, and...ok, actually we didn’t learn anything.

We’ll keep on listening but we know outrageous statements are made (in and out of context) each and every day. Bostonist would like your ears helping us listen in on conversations around the Hub. Send them to us at bostonistoverheard at gmail dot com. Don’t worry about being discovered as an eavesdropper. We won’t use your name, unless, of course, you want us to.