Overheard at the U.S. Post Office
The lady in line behind me was complaining about a co-worker. "He's such a woman," she said. That's odd, thought I, tuning out to mull this over. But I was drawn back into my eavesdropping a little later when she remarked "it's a fucking barbecue, not a fucking cotillion where you have to dress up like a fucking princess!" I didn't know people still used the word "cotillion," especially New Yorkers, and especially New Yorkers of this sort, but the world is full of surprises.