At an Upper West Side quick-eats joint Monday night:
Clerk No. 1: "Yo, who won the basketball game last night?"
Clerk No. 2: "I'm a musical-theater student -- you think I'd know? (pause) I was watching Show Boat last night, thank you..."
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November 08, 2005
Overheard.
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