So my husband, Michael, overheard the funniest thing on the street today. Though this is not a true "Ethanism" it happened to Michael which is the next best thing... and "Ethanism by Proxy". So I'm blogging it, by proxy.
Michael was walking down our block, just taking the pups for their evening walk. He noticed a short man dressed slovenly, and he seemed "off", to say the least. He had started the standard, "Hey Pretty..." to this tall, white, blonde, professional woman and trying to get her attention, but she just kept walking. As she passed he started muttering to himself. This is when Michael passed him and heard him say:
"...yeah, well I can go buy a magazine, open it up and see a woman as freaky as you any time I want to!"
I love New York.