Overheard In D.C: Touché Ouché
While waiting in line to get tickets to see the movie, The Proposition, I was behind a group of teenaged girls:
Teenager #1: Oh, did I show you my new cellphone?
Teenager #2 (full of ennui): Oh yeah. That's my old one.
Touché, Doll...and ouché.
"Ray Winstone is hot."
Teenager #1: Oh, did I show you my new cellphone?
Teenager #2 (full of ennui): Oh yeah. That's my old one.
Touché, Doll...and ouché.
"Ray Winstone is hot."
posted by Washington Cube at 7:49 PM
10 Comments:
Scandalous. Obviously she is not in the know.
So so so sooooooo glad I am not in high school these days. Seriously.
Thai: Then I went into Barnes & Noble with more teens lying all over the floor, on their stomachs, reading. I wanted to walk up and land a well pointed stiletto in their keesters.
Shark: Geeze. I know. I KNOW! I listened to their entire conversation and it made my blood run cold, thinking if I had to endure that at 15.
Christ. I'm never having children. Because this just confirms that I would definitely smother them in their sleep if they ever turned out that vapid.
I totally needed my Fairy GodCube fix...
Ahhhh...
That's good stuff. Maybe they redeemed themselves by watching a Guy Peirce movie? May I dare to dream?
and "douche" bagatinis..............
Question: what were teenagers doing in line at a movie theater that showed movies like "The Proposition"?
I can't wait until my kids hit their teens. Oh the joy of it. I remember my teenage years as ones of uncertainty, dread, and arrogance. A lot like now.
Yes, our coolness is most efficiently determined by our cell phone model.
Dear heaven.
Ugh! Teenagers!
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