Overheard earlier this evening on the Market-Frankford El, eastbound, around 13th Street.
Twenty-something woman (carrying a stained, as in food-encrusted, blue dinner plate, for who knows what reason): "And I mean, like, oh my God, he has, like, soooo much gray hair. He looks like he's, like, 45! And he's only, like, what, like, 30?! It's, like, disgusting!"
Gee whiz, why does this man keep on living, and taking up space? I mean, like, the nerve of him!