Mayor Eric Adams could be pushed out with a lucrative job offer

He’s seeking a hire office

So here’s what I’m hearing.

They’re saying — and ask not who “they” are — that they might move Eric of the sticky fingers tribe off. Gone. Out. Like from running or walking quickly and quiet — like away from playing mayor. He will not want to budge. This they know. He will not want to lessen his VIPness. This he knows. He will not want to give up income. This even Methuselah knows.

He needs a classy high-class exit. This city needs a way out. City Hall needs a way out. The quiet burble — deep underneath the surface, like way below the subway — is to find him an exit so he can still love money, prestige, power, importance, speeches, TV time, good tables at restaurants and a cheaper tailor.

The thinking is, to give him a job. Make up one. High paying. High ranking. High class. High showoff-ish. High whoknows? Throw together something. Make it seem he’s becoming richer, more important, doing out of the goodness of his aorta to help this city he loves etc., etc., blah, blah, BS, BS.

Also, know it is always remotely possible that the real-estate community might — just might — since I am clearly not smart enough to have divined this all by myself — just know it just maybe might be possibly — who knows — just own those throats from which this is just slowly, quietly, dribbling out.

Famously eccentric

SO what’d they — other VIPs — do before doing whatever — or whoever — they might be doing?

Drew Carey: “I’m a people watcher. I like to go to malls, just sit, see what they do.” He underwent Lasik surgery to correct vision and often wears glasses as a prop.

Brooke Shields’ first Princeton boyfriend was Dean Cain. One-quarter Japanese, a kanji character’s tattooed on his ankle. Signed by the Buffalo Bills, a knee injury kicked out his autumn career. Also he had a fear — not of Brooke — of flying.

Denzel Washington. Excellent rapper. Queen Latifah, impressed with his music skills, said he’s cooler than people know. Also Carnal Arts and Sciences once nominated his behind as “Best Male Butt.”

There’s the day pals Orlando Bloom and Johnny Depp drank too much before boarding a private jet in St. Vincent. They were loaded. Like wasted. And stunned to find the prime minister honoring them at the airport. Johnny stumbles over to hug him. Almost sticks his tongue down the guy’s throat. Bloom: “I was falling over. Nobody told us he’d be there. It was just like it was one of those moments.”

Cate Blanchett’s obsession — unappetizing underdrawers. She says: “I have the worst. I’m now wearing store-bought but still got some ‘daggy’ undies on today. Stretched homemade elastic drawers that my mother made me in high school. I thought they were quite sexy.”

Paris Hilton: “When you see me falling out of a club at 3 a.m., it’s me working hard. I’m really shy. I’m being paid to do this. Nobody can generate as much as I can. Every day of my life is scheduled.” For my money, she can take a decade off at this point.

HARVARD applicant: “What courses do you feature?” Interviewer: “Quantitative chemistry, philosophy, contemporary anthropology, abnormal psychology.” Applicant: “But I don’t know how to read yet.” Interviewer: “Oh, another demonstrator.”

Only in Ivy League education, kids, only in Ivy League education.