Amazing the things you end up running across. I´ve been reading Wil Wheaton´s blog (yes THAT Will, of nerdy kid on Star Trek fame). It appears that he´s now all grown up like the rest of us with family and kids and a poker habit. Like a profi thing. And apparently proud to be a nerd. Which is good - I know I´m one and have been for, well, forever. And now I´m going to concrete myself in the nerdy role for life by admitting to all and internet sundry that I had the HUGEST crush on him when I was young. I´d be pushing my parents to stay up late, so I could watch StarTrek and dream that I too, was a young, brilliant, incredibly geeky geek who got to fly space ships. I´ve now justified every person who picked on me in highschool. YOU WERE ALL RIGHT - I AM A NERD.
Anyway, through his blog I found out about Overheard In New York, a blog of stuff, well, overheard in New York. Odd sentences on phones, street corners, etc. So I though I´d add my own.
Standing at the transit counter in Heathrow, trying to move our flight forward, DrS and I were next to a couple of Americans who, after doing their thing at the counter, realised they had to rush for their connection.
Said the man to the woman: "C´mon. Let´s motivate!"