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October 02, 2002
Worth the Price of Admission
Worth the Price of Admission
I am sad to say that I have no idea what this title is about. I saved it in my drafts section with no notes. Let that be a lesson to me. If anybody has any idea to what I was reffering please let me know. It Could be...
One night last week...or the week before (it's all a blur) I was working late at the bookkeeping gig as was my coworker Laura. She is an associate producer for documentary films and was trying to put some finishing touches on a script. She works in a room next to a big window that reveals the many windows and pool area of a hotel situated across the street. We, the employees of Pangolin, have had many good times watching the tourists lounging in their speedos, trying to get the hookup with the cute blond two deck chairs over and other such shenanigans. On this particular night I am knee deep in bills to pay when I hear Laura from the other room, "I am so tired of this guy jerking off in the window. This is the third time this week."
Huh? I raise an eyebrow from my bills. "Laura, what are you talking about?"
"This guy. He's masturbating in front of his window. AGAIN."
Well, I didn't have to see it to believe her. This is New York City. I kept working but my curiousity was certainly piqued. I went in to Laura's office thinking I could surreptitiously slide next to the window and get a brief glimpse of the Masturbateur. A quick glance at this bizarre circumstance couldn't hurt right. (Geez, I am so Catholic!!!! I can't stand it.) Well, there was no way to be surreptitious about this. I barely get through Laura's door and I see this guy in all his glory and up close about 2 floors below our floor right in front of the window!!! He is putting on a show. It's as if NY is his whore and he is getting his money's worth. I immediately back away with a resounding, "WHOA" and go back to my job, perplexed and maybe just a teensy bit shocked. Now I have my own naked guy story to contribute since I was out of the room that time the streaker tapped on the window where my sister Jenny and cousin Elizabeth were playing one Christmas in Houston.
This guy probably travels alot; sees alot of hotel rooms. This is his thing. Everywhere he goes he has his own special love affair. I left the office about an hour later and the guy was still in the window. Only this time with a polo shirt on and talking on the phone. It could have been business or the family. He was just having a regular conversation with none the wiser of his secret fetish. Well, none except the 16 floors of people in my building.
Posted by mermu at October 2, 2002 11:52 PM
Comments
Insanity is forgetting to believe a few lies.
Posted by: Taylor Fern at January 9, 2004 01:53 PM
The public is wonderfully tolerant. It forgives everything except genius.
Posted by: Banker Abigail at December 20, 2003 09:31 PM
Ugh, that's pretty icky. What could that guy possibly be thinking? At least you don't have to work in Laura's office and see it all the time.
Maybe the price of admission thing was about the Guy Forsyth show you went to when down here in Austin?
Posted by: Elizabeth at October 16, 2002 11:09 PM
Sounds like someone needs to set up a webcam outside her office window and make some money...
Posted by: Stepan at October 16, 2002 12:50 PM
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