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May 30, 2005

Eavesdropping

("You must blog this," he said. So I am.)

Overheard on the patio at Fabiane's self-service, Williamsburg:

"I feel like I'm in Russia. Take the number pliss. Collect food pliss. Ha. Getting in line for shit."

"Have you ever actually been to Russia?"

"No."

(By the way, I heavily recommend the Cobb salad chez Fabiane.)

Posted by michele at May 30, 2005 11:36 AM

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