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In my office, we have a doorbell built into the walls. It's loud and can be heard throughout our building. The doorbell is this tiny little box with a button, that you can put anywhere (it's wireless). For months now, I'd hear the doorbell ring, randomly and on weekends when I know I'm alone. And it kinda freaked me out, because I don't know what happened to the button. It just disappeared one day. So today, I'm standing in the warehouse, looking out, and I see some party rentals guys ringing the door on the building next door. Suddenly, I hear the doorbell in my office. I wait until they press the button again, and sure enough, it goes off. Somebody thought it would be funny to put our doorbell button on the next-door neighbors door. I don't think it was funny, I think it was genius. The building next door is an S&M club, where middle aged white and jewish men can go and get beat on by really ugly, really large dominatrixes. Sometimes at night, you can hear them screaming. When they were first setting up, they let us go in and see what it looked like. They have all kinds of torture machines, and cages, and chains on the walls. One room looked like my 1st grade classroom, with little desks and a blackboard up in front. One room was just pink and empty, except for a cage right in the middle of the room. So there you go. I don't know if I really want to go remove the button. I'd rather go out and photograph the guys that arrive so maybe I can blackmail them to their wives. Can you imagine all these guys going in, ready to get whipped and defecated on saying "I rang the doorbell a bunch of times, but no one came out!"
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