that Overheard in New York is being gamed by out-of-towners. The horror! The horror! Here's what Gawker's intrepid (can you imagine, she was noting things to blog about while vacationing! we certainly don't know anyone like that around here) not-offically-a-reporter-but-rather-a-blogger discovered last week.

So we caught up with our old college friend Ben while we were on vacation last week, and he excitedly informed us they’d he’d recently made it onto Overheard in New York…

He’d been in New York and hadn’t called? No, Ben explained, it was actually Brian’s story; Ben thought it would be good for Overheard and so submitted it. Brian lives in New York now? No, Ben continued, Brian lives in Florida. So how did Brian’s story, not-actually-overheard in Florida by Ben, make it onto Overheard in New York.

“Oh, said I heard it in Central Park.” Ben smiled.

I guarantee that all Overheards (over)written in these pages…uh, pixels, were actually overheard. By me. Here. Unless I say they were there. Like, not New York there, but elsewhere there. You know what I mean and don't get existential with me young man!