On the bus, in mid-afternoon, two men in their early twenties:
'A hundred thousand? Man, it won't last. You have that money in your pocket, you spend it, that's just how it works. It's not so much. I knew this guy, he ended up with two hundred thousand, they were gone in a month. Partying, cars... You just have to spend it.' (don't know if they were Narcos fans or real drug dealers. I'd guess the former)
Another bus, righteous-looking old lady blurting out to her neighbour, in the middle of nowhere:
'I don't understand why there aren't more people who commit suicide!'
In class (I heard whispers while I was talking and stopped for a second, the words rang loud and clear in the silence):
'I tell you, he's not circumcised!'
In the street at night, walking back home, a man on his phone:
'I wouldn't lie to you. Who do you think I am? I'm not like that. I don't lie. (pause) Yeah, well, to the cops, yes, I lie. In court, all right, I lie. But not when it's important. Not to you.'
In class again; I was asking them for examples of stereotypes and one of them had just given me 'Black people like chicken':
'Aw, that's not a stereotype. Chicken is SO good. Oh my god. The thighs? They're so, so good. Crap, I'm hungry.'
The bus again, a couple of very proper old ladies, disapprovingly watching a group of shrieking teenage girls on the pavement:
'Girls today! They're louder than boys. It's incredible. You know they even go after boys these days? Boys don't go after them, they don't!'
(fifty years after the sexual revolution... glad they finally caught up)