Indiana

Lady cube dweller: Well, didn’t you get bigger last time?
Man cube dweller: Yeah, but I was thinking about something else.
Lady cube dweller: What were you thinking about?!
Man cube dweller: Your sister.
Lady cube dweller: You’re an asshole.
Man cube dweller: Well, she is my girlfriend.

4015 Shore Drive
Indianapolis, Indiana

Overheard by: Not her sister

Amateur theologian: … And something else I was thinking — it’s like, people always say, ‘Well, the cowboys are God’s team.’ No, they’re not! It doesn’t matter who wins. God knew who was gonna win 1000 years ago!

333 North Meridian Street
Indianapolis, Indiana

Overheard by: fransen comes alive

Male employee: I want you to know, Cindy* will be complaining to you about something I said to her. It’s all a lie, though.
Manager #1: Oookay…
Male employee: She’s gonna say I called her a ‘dirty fucking cunt.’
Manager #2: Ohhh, boy…
Male employee: But it’s bullshit. I called her a ‘dirty fucking bitch.’ I don’t use the ‘C’-word.

Circle Centre Mall
Indianapolis, Indiana

Overheard by: Shatmandu

Female employee: I don’t mind thinking I’ll be a creepy cat lady. I just don’t want to be a creepy virgin cat lady.

Crosspoint Boulevard
Indianapolis, Indiana

Guy: You know, it’s really unfair we have 24-hour food, and some places have no food at all.

38th Street and I-465
Indianapolis, Indiana

Overheard by: Mylisa Suzanne

Grandma to stranger: Meth is way worse than heroin.
Granddaughter: What?
Grandma: Oh. Ummm, nothing, honey… Nevermind. Aren’t we here to gamble and drink?

Caesars, Indiana

Overheard by: Fatty

General manager: Should we fire Missy*? She was screaming at you in front of other employees.
Manager #1: I don’t know. What does Missy* feel we should do to her?
General manager: Uh, I didn’t ask her.
Manager #2: She thinks we should buy her a pizza and give her a raise. What the fuck do you think she feels we should do to her?

Indianapolis, Indiana

Restaurant manager, to hobo panhandling inside the restaurant: You need to leave right now.
Hobo: Man, how you know I not here for some crab cakes and fine wine?
Restaurant manager: Because you have human shit all over your pants.

Illinois Street
Indianapolis, Indiana

Overheard by: Shatmandu

Hostess: I don’t know why they’re getting married. They don’t even have kids!

45 South Illinois Street
Indianapolis, Indiana

Delivery driver: I’ve never had to stop and check in before.
Guard: Yes, you have. We started doin’ it after two-eleven.
Delivery driver: You mean nine-eleven?
Guard, rolling eyes: No. Two-eleven, when them people crashed them planes. Two-eleven.
Delivery driver: That was in September.
Guard: Two-eleven.

Circle Center Mall Security Office
Indianapolis, Indiana

Overheard by: Shatmandu