I was walking in Cobble Hill, Brooklyn, on the evening of October 23, 2024. A little girl (probably about 9 years old) was lagging behind her father. She asked him to slow down. When he did not slow down, she dropped the following line:
You’re like in the Olympics for walking.
That is a good line for a kid. Imagine what she will be able to put together when she learns about Olympic racewalking.
I published several New Leaf Journal articles on the subject of the relentless abuse of the word like. My first four articles on the subject were inspired by things I overheard while walking around Brooklyn. I was walking in Manhattan near the Winter Garden the other day when I heard a woman talking on the phone. I recorded the quote contemporaneously in an SMS to my good friend Victor V. Gurbo (good thing I did since I installed a new OS on my phone a few hours later without saving the message): “But like, I was like, whatever.” That’s even worse than like… and like… yeah… Oh yeah? Well I was like I’m going to like save this quote and like literally start a new series like, on my like website,
