Consultants

German engineer: Yeah, it’s a backdoor thing, and I got him right in the morning.

29663 Arnold Drive
Sonoma, California

Overheard by: E40

Expert Publicist #1: You know what,ya did a shitty job of selling that to the client.
Expert Publicist #2: What’re ya talking about?
Expert Publicist #1: You know, what ya gotta do, ya gotta sell it, ya gotta masturbate his brain.
Expert Publicist #2: What?
Expert Publicist #1: Well if you don’t wanna do it, I’ll masturbate him!

11 Stone Street
New York, NY

Consultant guy: Yeah, we overnight the documents to you. It takes about a week for you to get them.

Garden City, New York

Session Leader: I’ll leave this badge on the desk. If you need to use the facilities, just take it with you and swipe the reader on the bathroom door.
Participant #1: You need to swipe from the bottom up, right?
Participant #2: Not if you’re a girl!

One Chase Plaza
New York, NY

Sales guy: So, Tim*, you’re finished training that guy already?
Support dude: Yeah, it was going to be all day, but his bottom got sore and he had to go home.

Islington
London

Black guy: What would you say if I said I wanted to get a Mystic Tan?
Tanning consultant: Oh, you could. It would give you a nice glow.
Black guy: You’re not even going to discourage me?! I would never get a spray on tan. The blacker you are, the higher people assume your crime rate is.

North 222 Plaza
Reading, Pennsylvania

Female potential juror: I can’t sit on a jury for religious reasons. I don’t believe in judging people.
Lawyer: This is a negligence case. You won’t be deciding if somebody is good or evil. There’s no question of morality involved.
Female potential juror: Whatever — it’s against my religious convictions to judge people.
Lawyer: You understand that we’re not asking you to send someone to Hell — you just have to decide whether or not they were clumsy.

Supreme Court
Schenectady, New York

Overheard by: Big Larry

Inspector: So, are you still a slave to Cox?

200 Quality Circle
College Station, Texas

Female agent on phone: You gonna have supper ready when I get home? I don’t care… Fine, chicken. Fried chicken. Whatever, get your ass in the kitchen and make me some fried chicken. Just shut up and go make me some chicken, I’ll be home in an hour [hangs up]. My husband is so whipped.

Evans Building
Calgary, Alberta
Canadia

Overheard by: Going Gay

Consultant on phone: No, Sandy*, you are not allowed to take your pet chicken on the domestic flights.
Other line: [Muffled yelling.]Consultant: Sandy, I have already told you — even if it is in a cage, we do not allow pets in the cabin. Only guide dogs or police dogs. You will have to send it as cargo. [Other line hangs up.] Good God! Who the fuck wants to take a chicken away for summer vacation with them?!

Auckland
New Zealand