Two fashionable young women on the bus, speaking to each other in cell-phone loud voices. Each one is cradling a Blackberry in her hand, just in case an important text should come in from the ether. They are discussing their store manager in the Meatpacking District who is "not smart," well, she has managerial skills, but that does not require "being smart."
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Girl 1: She's not smart. She, like, doesn't like to talk about interesting things. She just wants to talk about boys. I mean, like, she doesn't even watch television. Or go to the movies.
Girl 2: Yeah. Her brother's smart. He watches television and all that stuff.
Girl 1: [pulling strands of hair out of her head and dropping them onto the floor of the bus] But he has, like, very poor social skills.
Girl 2: [flapping her hands frantically] Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god!
Girl 1: What happened?
Girl 2 then tells a story she just remembered about running into So-and-So who is dating Such-and-Such after saying he would never. Something like that. After she tells the story, the two "besties" analyze the situation.
Girl 2: And I was like, Oh my god.
Girl 1: Oh. My. God.
Girl 2: Right? How. Weird.
Girl 1: What world is this?
Girl 2: I know. What reality is this? I was freaking out.
Girl 1: I would totally freak out.
Girl 2: He is so weird.