The Weirdest Thing I Have Seen In Nyc
<div class="IPBDescription">Rated R for mature audiences.</div> Everybody's been to NYC at some point in their life, right? I have been scads of times (normally on business) and seen stuff I've never seen anywhere else. Ever.
The year: 1977. The mission: run an empty mail trailer from the BMC in N.J. to the post office at 39th St. and 11th Ave. in Manhattan, and wait for them to load it so we could deliver it to Florida.
J.B. and I had just backed the trailer into the docks. This particular post office was open facing the street (no fence) so there were always security guards patrolling the beat. We got out of the cab and stood there for a few moments, chewin the fat with the guards. All fo a sudden, a pimp with a hoe on each arm rounded the corner and headed towards us.
As they neared us it was obvious the pimp was packin a piece, and one of his hose had been crying a lot. The 3 of them walked up to me, studied me for a moment, and the pimp turned to the hoe and said, "Is HE the one?", pointing at me. I'm thinking WTH is going on here, but whatever it is, biotch <b>PLEASE</b> say no.
She shook her head no, the pimp looked at me and said, "You're lucky son...", then they turned away and walked off. Seems one of the hookers just got stiffed by a john, and the pimp was head huntin.
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The year: 1977. The mission: run an empty mail trailer from the BMC in N.J. to the post office at 39th St. and 11th Ave. in Manhattan, and wait for them to load it so we could deliver it to Florida.
J.B. and I had just backed the trailer into the docks. This particular post office was open facing the street (no fence) so there were always security guards patrolling the beat. We got out of the cab and stood there for a few moments, chewin the fat with the guards. All fo a sudden, a pimp with a hoe on each arm rounded the corner and headed towards us.
As they neared us it was obvious the pimp was packin a piece, and one of his hose had been crying a lot. The 3 of them walked up to me, studied me for a moment, and the pimp turned to the hoe and said, "Is HE the one?", pointing at me. I'm thinking WTH is going on here, but whatever it is, biotch <b>PLEASE</b> say no.
She shook her head no, the pimp looked at me and said, "You're lucky son...", then they turned away and walked off. Seems one of the hookers just got stiffed by a john, and the pimp was head huntin.
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define wierd....
the nekkid coboy is always cool (plays guitar in time sq wearing boots, briefs, and a cowboy hat, and yus he would be termed as beefcaek)
The random people on horses riding up and down the medians is always cool.
Walking through thompsan sq park and seeing a swat team fully ecked out in riot gear and shotguns was kinda amussing.
Ok, where I ussed to live is the end of one of the train lines in queens (F Line), this translates into the arse end of nowhere to non NYers.
I tend to come home late at night, and just always read (on the train, as I walk home etc, my nose is ALWAYS in a book).
My first time back in the city after 9/11 (I was in college in OH at the time), I was doing my ussual leaving the platform at about 1:30 am, and look up as I walk up the stairs, Only to stare down the barel of an M16.
Fortunatly it was just resting from the sholder strap, but it still scared the ponce off of me to see 2 national guards men standing in my train station with M16s.......
yah.
One of the "ladies" made so much from it, she bought her rents a brand new home in Arizona (she showed us pictures).
I saw this screenshot of Project Gotham 3 and well....yes.
<b>Oh yeah, ANOTHER true story!</b> Before I moved to Florida, a co-worker of mine was driving a tractor trailer in the wee hours of the morning in Manhattan when he made a turn, and the trailer wheels ran over a wine-o sleeping it off in the gutter. A cop was called to the scene, no id was found on the gutter guy, and the cop released my friend, refusing to even fill out a report because the wine-o had no id.
I saw this screenshot of Project Gotham 3 and well....yes. <!--QuoteEnd--> </td></tr></table><div class='postcolor'> <!--QuoteEEnd-->
ermm, I don't get it?
I saw this screenshot of Project Gotham 3 and well....yes. <!--QuoteEnd--></td></tr></table><div class='postcolor'><!--QuoteEEnd-->
ermm, I don't get it? <!--QuoteEnd--> </td></tr></table><div class='postcolor'> <!--QuoteEEnd-->
Nor do I ... <!--emo&???--><img src='http://www.unknownworlds.com/forums/html/emoticons/confused-fix.gif' border='0' style='vertical-align:middle' alt='confused-fix.gif' /><!--endemo-->
and get chased out by a 90 year old woman swinging her purse
THAT was funny! THEY BROKE INTO AN OLD LADYS HOUSE AND GOT PWNT FOR IT! WEWT WEWT USA USA!
An hour later on the way out, that same car was stripped to the bone and up on blocks.
An hour later on the way out, that same car was stripped to the bone and up on blocks. <!--QuoteEnd--> </td></tr></table><div class='postcolor'> <!--QuoteEEnd-->
Oh that still happens, except they do it while you're in transit. Ninja lewters.
Yeah, that woulda been like 35+ years ago. <!--emo&:D--><img src='http://www.unknownworlds.com/forums/html/emoticons/biggrin-fix.gif' border='0' style='vertical-align:middle' alt='biggrin-fix.gif' /><!--endemo-->
<!--QuoteBegin-cshank4 Jun 25 2005+ 10:35 PM--></div><table border='0' align='center' width='95%' cellpadding='3' cellspacing='1'><tr><td><b>QUOTE</b> (cshank4 Jun 25 2005 @ 10:35 PM)</td></tr><tr><td id='QUOTE'><!--QuoteEBegin-->
QUOTE (Depot @ Jun 25 2005, 09:16 PM)
Eons ago when I used to ride to NYC with my Daddy in the truck, we would enter the city on the Major Deegan and he'd point out a car that just broke down on the shoulder.
An hour later on the way out, that same car was stripped to the bone and up on blocks.
Oh that still happens, except they do it while you're in transit. Ninja lewters. <!--QuoteEnd--></td></tr></table><div class='postcolor'><!--QuoteEEnd-->
While you're in transit? Like, sitting at a red light? WoW!
I was waiting at some intersection waiting to cross when just down the street out of some garage walks a relitivly fit looking chinese man. He is pulling a large hand cart, stacked at least 10 feet high with those wooden baseboards that are made for fork-lifting.
He proceded to look both ways, and start sprinting down the street (in the road mind you) pulling the cart behind him. He continued to run down the street with this untill I lost sight of him a few blocks later.
Yeah, that woulda been like 35+ years ago. <!--emo&:D--><img src='http://www.unknownworlds.com/forums/html/emoticons/biggrin-fix.gif' border='0' style='vertical-align:middle' alt='biggrin-fix.gif' /><!--endemo-->
<!--QuoteBegin-cshank4 Jun 25 2005+ 10:35 PM--></div><table border='0' align='center' width='95%' cellpadding='3' cellspacing='1'><tr><td><b>QUOTE</b> (cshank4 Jun 25 2005 @ 10:35 PM)</td></tr><tr><td id='QUOTE'><!--QuoteEBegin-->
QUOTE (Depot @ Jun 25 2005, 09:16 PM)
Eons ago when I used to ride to NYC with my Daddy in the truck, we would enter the city on the Major Deegan and he'd point out a car that just broke down on the shoulder.
An hour later on the way out, that same car was stripped to the bone and up on blocks.
Oh that still happens, except they do it while you're in transit. Ninja lewters. <!--QuoteEnd--></td></tr></table><div class='postcolor'><!--QuoteEEnd-->
While you're in transit? Like, sitting at a red light? WoW! <!--QuoteEnd--> </td></tr></table><div class='postcolor'> <!--QuoteEEnd-->
DAMN you're OLD.
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Anyhow, yeah, I was in New York City about 5 years ago, I was ten or eleven at the time, anyhow, some guy in a car about three cars ahead of us downtown had it's window down, some homeless dude comes by, beats the guy and takes his wallet, all while said guy does the New Yorker thing and cusses but doesn't get out of said car.
I was waiting at some intersection waiting to cross when just down the street out of some garage walks a relitivly fit looking chinese man. He is pulling a large hand cart, stacked at least 10 feet high with those wooden baseboards that are made for fork-lifting.
He proceded to look both ways, and start sprinting down the street (in the road mind you) pulling the cart behind him. He continued to run down the street with this untill I lost sight of him a few blocks later.<!--QuoteEnd--></td></tr></table><div class='postcolor'><!--QuoteEEnd-->
Wow ... (drifting slightly off topic here) when I was stationed in Korea the papasons used to stack crap 10' to 12' high on the back of a bicycle to transport it to market. If a deuce and a half happened to pass them on a narrow dirt road, picture what happened to the papason and his stuff ... .. .
They ALSO used to transport hogs to market on the back of a bike. They'd get the hog drunk on mocklee, then strap him down. Problem was, in the heat of summer the hog would snap out of it BEFORE papason reached his destination, and would thrash violently on the bike carrier, resulting in a big time bike crash and usually the hog escaping, with the papason in hot pursuit. <!--emo&:p--><img src='http://www.unknownworlds.com/forums/html/emoticons/tounge.gif' border='0' style='vertical-align:middle' alt='tounge.gif' /><!--endemo-->
... had to share that ...