A good prank...
So I must say that my brother Jeff got me good on a prank.
I was visiting him in New York city and was expecting the building from the show the Jeffersons.
He gave me an address and I walked and thought, this has to be the service entrance as it seemed rather dingy. I am not a snob as far as hotels as I stay in backpackers in Australia and New Zealand but thus seemed well gross. For me to call something gross, it has to be pretty damn gross.
So I walked around the block. My brother told me to put a code in the pay phone. I then expected it to be a modest facade to some decent apartment. The code obviously did nothing but I noticed the door to this shady building was ajar so I walked in. When I walked in I assumed that my Brother had fallen on hard times or was slumming. Now I am not talking about me slumming in Daly City or shopping at Grocery Outlet but more in line with some sort of weird existential bohemian joke. So I walked out thinking I was in the wrong place. At that point he came out of the bar next door to explain the ruse. A review of this place says, "Not recommended for the faint-hearted. Or the stout-hearted either, for that matter"
http://maps.google.com/maps?f=q&source=s_q&hl=en&geocode=&q=200+E+34th+St,+New+York,+NY+10016&sll=40.749533,-73.977127&sspn=0.007315,0.017896&ie=UTF8&ll=40.748883,-73.977277&spn=0.007315,0.017896&t=h&z=16&iwloc=A&layer=c&cbll=40.745734,-73.978133&panoid=sLDZjJPuQ6iJPc_IXOknXw&cbp=12,144.51,,0,5
Had some nice Pizza.
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I was visiting him in New York city and was expecting the building from the show the Jeffersons.
He gave me an address and I walked and thought, this has to be the service entrance as it seemed rather dingy. I am not a snob as far as hotels as I stay in backpackers in Australia and New Zealand but thus seemed well gross. For me to call something gross, it has to be pretty damn gross.
So I walked around the block. My brother told me to put a code in the pay phone. I then expected it to be a modest facade to some decent apartment. The code obviously did nothing but I noticed the door to this shady building was ajar so I walked in. When I walked in I assumed that my Brother had fallen on hard times or was slumming. Now I am not talking about me slumming in Daly City or shopping at Grocery Outlet but more in line with some sort of weird existential bohemian joke. So I walked out thinking I was in the wrong place. At that point he came out of the bar next door to explain the ruse. A review of this place says, "Not recommended for the faint-hearted. Or the stout-hearted either, for that matter"
http://maps.google.com/maps?f=q&source=s_q&hl=en&geocode=&q=200+E+34th+St,+New+York,+NY+10016&sll=40.749533,-73.977127&sspn=0.007315,0.017896&ie=UTF8&ll=40.748883,-73.977277&spn=0.007315,0.017896&t=h&z=16&iwloc=A&layer=c&cbll=40.745734,-73.978133&panoid=sLDZjJPuQ6iJPc_IXOknXw&cbp=12,144.51,,0,5
Had some nice Pizza.
--
Marcus Zack Ronaldi
http://www.marcusronaldi.com
My LinkedIn Profile
http://www.linkedin.com/pub/0/67/264
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