Yet another reason I need to get a day job
What is it about me that attracts really creepy, weird guys? First, there was The Icky Nasty Guy (circa 1997). Then there was The Scary Laundry Mat Man (Summer 2001). Now there is That Round Bald Guy Who Sits On The Stoop And Sounds Kind Of Like John C. Reilly Or A Muppet. (That Weird Guy On The Stoop for short). So there's this guy who spends a lot of time on the stoop of the building next door to mine. I would see him there several afternoons a week, and we would always have the same conversation as I walked past.
TWGOTS: Hello, there.
Me: Hi.
TWGOTS: How are you today?
Me: Fine. How are you?
TWGOTS: Good. You look nice today.
Me: Um, thanks.
Repeated often enough, the sentence, "You look nice today," begins to get creepy. But I tried to give The Weird Guy on the Stoop the
benefit of the doubt. Perhaps he's just being a friendly neighbor. But I recently discovered that he doesn't actually live in that building. I get to do my laundry in the basement of that building because my building is owned by the same people. I was carrying my laundry over on Monday, and he was on the stoop. "Oh, you guys have laundry in the building?" If he lived there, he would know this. Who are you and why are you sitting in front of my building? Then on Tuesday, I was back and forth from the apartment a lot, so I saw a lot of The Guy on the Stoop. He started asking where I was going and seemed to be waiting for me when I got back. Ah! Luckily I haven't seen him for two days because yesterday was really rainy and today I spent most of the afternoon in midtown.
I'll stop rambling now.
Super Great
Another (much less creepy) thing that happened when I did my laundry on Monday, was that I got to me my super. He lives the basement of my building and doesn't speak very good English. He gave me my own key to the laundry room, so he rocks.
P.S. To all current and former residents of Parkway Apartments: Wouldn't Jacki have been even more entertaining if she was our super, not our "manager?"
I'm so there
Thanks, Time Out New York, for tipping me off to some promising Friday night entertainment:
"The Prodigals. Paddy Reilly's Music Bar. 10:30 p.m. $5. The Prodigals are one of NYC's best-loved Irish bands, playing jig punk in the grand tradition of the Pogues. Their latest album is called Dreaming in Hell's Kitchen.
What is it about me that attracts really creepy, weird guys? First, there was The Icky Nasty Guy (circa 1997). Then there was The Scary Laundry Mat Man (Summer 2001). Now there is That Round Bald Guy Who Sits On The Stoop And Sounds Kind Of Like John C. Reilly Or A Muppet. (That Weird Guy On The Stoop for short). So there's this guy who spends a lot of time on the stoop of the building next door to mine. I would see him there several afternoons a week, and we would always have the same conversation as I walked past.
TWGOTS: Hello, there.
Me: Hi.
TWGOTS: How are you today?
Me: Fine. How are you?
TWGOTS: Good. You look nice today.
Me: Um, thanks.
Repeated often enough, the sentence, "You look nice today," begins to get creepy. But I tried to give The Weird Guy on the Stoop the
benefit of the doubt. Perhaps he's just being a friendly neighbor. But I recently discovered that he doesn't actually live in that building. I get to do my laundry in the basement of that building because my building is owned by the same people. I was carrying my laundry over on Monday, and he was on the stoop. "Oh, you guys have laundry in the building?" If he lived there, he would know this. Who are you and why are you sitting in front of my building? Then on Tuesday, I was back and forth from the apartment a lot, so I saw a lot of The Guy on the Stoop. He started asking where I was going and seemed to be waiting for me when I got back. Ah! Luckily I haven't seen him for two days because yesterday was really rainy and today I spent most of the afternoon in midtown.
I'll stop rambling now.
Super Great
Another (much less creepy) thing that happened when I did my laundry on Monday, was that I got to me my super. He lives the basement of my building and doesn't speak very good English. He gave me my own key to the laundry room, so he rocks.
P.S. To all current and former residents of Parkway Apartments: Wouldn't Jacki have been even more entertaining if she was our super, not our "manager?"
I'm so there
Thanks, Time Out New York, for tipping me off to some promising Friday night entertainment:
"The Prodigals. Paddy Reilly's Music Bar. 10:30 p.m. $5. The Prodigals are one of NYC's best-loved Irish bands, playing jig punk in the grand tradition of the Pogues. Their latest album is called Dreaming in Hell's Kitchen.
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