Broke up, Get up, Drink up

We know, we know. You’ve been busy standing in line at Barnes and Noble patiently awaiting the purchase of your brand new copy of Overheard in New York: The Book. Surely on your wait you’ve overheard some wonderful conversations that it would just be a shame if the rest of Boston were to miss out on. Keep them coming, email what you’re hearing to us at overheard at bostonist.com

Free booze table at the beaver project blocked our listener; apparently some of the MassArt students had beaten her there: "This is awesome. I'm fucking DRUNK."

Two girls walking through Harvard Square, when your destination just ain’t hot:
Girl1: When are you going to Eritrea this summer?
Girl2: I’m not going to Eritrea
Girl1: oh?
Girl2: I’m going to Baltimore.

A search for shoe polish sometimes results in amusement, especially at wallgreens after bedtime.
Mother: Get off the floor. Now. I'm counting to twenty.
Customer: Is she okay?
Mother: She just does this when she can't get what she wants. Get UP!
Customer: What does she want?
Mother: She wants a toy. GET UP!!
two minutes later, a couple aisles over:
Mother: Just pick a toy.
[incoherent child noise]
Mother: That one's too expensive. Pick something else.
[incoherent child noise]

Near Store 24 on Boylston, bars are closed.
Drunk guy 1: "I said Hershey's Chocolate Milk, chocolate milk!"
Drunk guy 2: "no, no . . ."
Drunk guy 1 CHOCOLATE MILK! Not strawberry fucking quick!"
Drunk guy 2: "no, no . . ."

"He was wondering why I broke up with him. And I was like...because
you didn't come visit me in the hospital after I got hit by a car."

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