Many many years ago, I worked in retail on 5th ave along the parade route. One year a guy came in asked where the bathroom was, he never made it to the men’s room but ended up urinating in a corner of the store.
Hahaha bxgirl. That must have been quite the scene. Unfortunately I haven’t encountered anything quite as hilarious on St Patty’s Day during my years in NYC. Just alot of vomit to step over.
dirty hipster- I used to work in Soho and there was an antique ship’s figurehead just inside the door. She was a beautiful lady with long flowing hair and a rack that cold poke your eye out. Suffice it to say, one St. Patty’s day some guy all in green was staggering past, did a doubletake and ran into the store. Stopped, looked at her and then gave her wooden breasts a long, rapturous squeeze before running out. I laughed til I cried.
The one good thing about working in god-awful Soho is that there aren’t any drunken idiots running around with their faces painted green. Good god I hate St Patty’s Day. Just another amateur night in the city second only to new years eve.
C’mon – somebody here uses twitter – tell me what you think of it!
I may have touched the brothers of some of your domestic help. I was out to a long lunch meeting. Thanks for asking.
Many many years ago, I worked in retail on 5th ave along the parade route. One year a guy came in asked where the bathroom was, he never made it to the men’s room but ended up urinating in a corner of the store.
doesnt soho seem really dead today dipster?!
*rob*
Hahaha bxgirl. That must have been quite the scene. Unfortunately I haven’t encountered anything quite as hilarious on St Patty’s Day during my years in NYC. Just alot of vomit to step over.
dirty hipster- I used to work in Soho and there was an antique ship’s figurehead just inside the door. She was a beautiful lady with long flowing hair and a rack that cold poke your eye out. Suffice it to say, one St. Patty’s day some guy all in green was staggering past, did a doubletake and ran into the store. Stopped, looked at her and then gave her wooden breasts a long, rapturous squeeze before running out. I laughed til I cried.
Do any of you use Twitter? Are you listening to this on NPR? What do you think of Twittering?
The one good thing about working in god-awful Soho is that there aren’t any drunken idiots running around with their faces painted green. Good god I hate St Patty’s Day. Just another amateur night in the city second only to new years eve.
oooohh la la!