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...'Cause it's kind of not where I'm from. Granted, I live in a "special" place, but still. One example comes to mind -- there's a guy who dresses up as a nun and patrols downtown on a two-story bicycle. You can always tell who's a tourist and who's a local when he rides by. The tourists stop and stare and fumble for the cameras. The locals look, shrug, and say, "There goes the nun again. Who wants sushi?"
A while back someone in the building won tickets to phantom of the opera from a radio station and a guy showed up in full costume to give the tickets away.
barbershop quartet shows up every once in a while.
These people can't get past the lobby so whomever is working front desk, usually the supervisor, gets quite the show.
There is a local guy who dresses up like Benny Hill or sometimes Elvis or Santa Claus and walks around the town usually with a cassette player playing appropriate music and/or skits.
He is harmelss and friendly.
"I can tell her you're all tied up in the projection room." Sunset Boulevard.
I must remember to post sometime about the time the Tom Baker lookalike came running in wanting new batteries for his sonic screwdriver, followed by Davros with a blown fuse and then a cyberman wheeled the tardis up the village hill!
One of the more surreal days at work. (some sort of student film project being filmed in the park opposite us!)
Good customers are as rare as Latinum. Treasure them. ~ The 57th Ferengi Rule Of Acquisition.
I must remember to post sometime about the time the Tom Baker lookalike came running in wanting new batteries for his sonic screwdriver, followed by Davros with a blown fuse and then a cyberman wheeled the tardis up the village hill!
I must remember to post sometime about the time the Tom Baker lookalike came running in wanting new batteries for his sonic screwdriver, followed by Davros with a blown fuse and then a cyberman wheeled the tardis up the village hill!
One of the more surreal days at work. (some sort of student film project being filmed in the park opposite us!)
Yes, you need to post about that, with pics of course!
"It's not a customer, it's a chicken! A giant chicken!"
...but you're not a man, you're a Chicken Boo.
The Rich keep getting richer because they keep doing what it was that made them rich. Ditto the Poor.
"Hy kan tell dey is schmot qvestions, dey is makink my head hurt."
Hoc spatio locantur.
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