Bimbettes

Drunk girl: How am I going to get home? I don't have enough money! Oh, except for the thousands of dollars falling out of my ass.

Chicago, Illinois

Assistant eating sub sandwich: Man, I’m full already.
Hoochie coworker: You just consumed less than four inches of that thing. Heck, I usually stuff at least a 12-inch down my throat…
Assistant: Uh, yeah, I’m definitely done now…

California

Overheard by: californiatrinity

Bimbette peon: This is my last weekend of being twenty-one! I can’t believe I’m so old. I might as well start picking out cemetery plots. I am going to get shit-faced this weekend — my last weekend of youth! [Old coworker stares blankly.]

Glen Allen, Virginia

Overheard by: Tisk Tisk

Office chick #1: Don’t squeeze it! All the goo will come out!
Office chick #2, playing with stress ball: Why, what happened?
Office chick #1: I got a little too excited and squeezed it until it popped… That’s why I don’t hold babies…

Arlington, Virginia

Sales chick #1: So, if the sun dies, then we’re all dead?
Sales chick #2: Yup.
Sales chick #1: But what if we eat the people that die first?
Sales chick #2: We’d all die pretty soon anyway.
Sales chick #1: Oh… But I can still eat the dead people, right?

4606 Lankershim Boulevard
North Hollywood, California

Bimbette news assistant: I’m going to go to Target tonight and find something real Jewish and bring it in… Oooh, maybe I could find a piñata — a Jewish piñata… With a menorah for a tail.

1401 Shop Road
Columbia, South Carolina

Bimbette: Twenty days — that’s, like, five weeks, right?
Patient peon: No.
Bimbette: I mean, business days.
Patient peon: … No.

Mercer Street
Seattle, Washington

Overheard by: choking on giggles

Worker bee #1: I don’t know about dating him. I can’t get over the age difference. It would be–
Worker bee #2: –Like raping a child?
Worker bee #1: Well, no…
Worker bee #2: Not your, like, son…
Worker bee #1: [Silence.]

Dallas, Texas

Overheard by: Cube Eavesdropper

Office tech, fiddling with printer: I’m still getting that sensor dustiness error.
Office bimbette: Oh! I know how to fix that! You have to open it up and blow. Just give it a good blow and then it’s fine!

922 3rd Street
Sedro-Wolley, Washington

Overheard by: T-Rex

Office girl on the phone with boyfriend: So, my therapist says that I’m doing a great job. He said I could be the poster girl for mentally ill people who are successful because I take my meds, go to work, have a healthy relationship and stuff, you know? And I was totally flattered and agreeing with him, but then I thought, ‘You know, my parents are proud of me and stuff, but they wouldn’t want the world knowing I’m psycho, and it would probably embarrass them a little.’ So my doctor looks at me and says, ‘Um, you know there’s not really a poster girl, right?’

214 Lincoln Street
Allston, Massachusetts