Chimper’s World

So on  a dime I got picked to come to New York with my boss and 2 of my coworkers along with a nice 10 hour stop over in Atlanta because my company screwed something up for me and believe me… Atlanta Airport is nice… everything outside.. is like walking around an 1880’s Sugar Cane Field…

Finally in New York and wow… first thing that hit me was the smell. It smacked your face faster then a money shot in any Peter North video. The people are EVERYWHERE of all shapes and sizes.. and we had to taxi to this new building.. this is where the fun started for me.

Apparently they purchased this building and it is rumored to be ‘haunted’ now I normally believe in ghosts and stuff.. but if I can use it to my potential and scare the cream out of other people.. I’ll do it… so after a full day of speaking ’spanglish’ to the immigrants and spreading rumors to where they are whispering ghosts, I begin my devious plot:

In this building which I think is 42 or 47 stories or something higher then I have ever seen.. they have 1 service elevator for people to use.. it’s padded and shredded inside and looks like one of those Phantasm Asylum looking things.. it’s creepy. There is a button at the front desk that says elevator lighting so if you turn that off the elevator lights turn off… the radio in the elevator is hidden in all the padded covering so when it’s on it echoes throughout this elevator and sounds creepy… then we learn that this elevator is malfunctioning in a way… and not only sometimes gets stuck but due to some electrical short if you push mass buttons in its travel it will bounce up and down not knowing which floor to go to and just stay ’stuck’ while vibrating…. oh this is great.. a perfect set up for my friends and the immigrants.

Naturally when I was asked to bring people I trust… regardless of skill I brought my closest friends… so I planted one of my pals in the Lobby with the lights and PA System for the Elevators… another amidst floors 10 - 14 I think… the immigrants all at the top with me floors 30 - 35 … and I got my boss who for some reason wanted to take part in this in the floor of the 40s…. naturally we await the immigrants to go in the elevator… typically and stereotypically.. they fit more then they are supposed to in it cramming it easily beyond the max like it’s a small pick up truck.

The fun begins.

The lights inside start to flicker… ghostly moaning and creeping sounds are played into the elevator PA system.

They all now know the ghost story and are all afraid of it… and then you hear the elevator… as mass buttons are pushed juggling around like a yo yo or that ride at MGM Studios (Tower of Terror).. and the screaming begins..

I think we musta done this for a good 10 minutes before we all hit floor 42 before we all met them there and watched them take the stair way ALL THE WAY down to the lobby.  The elevator was covered with shit that I guess mass flowed from their pants.  It smelled like Margarita Mix.

I think they quit though so I mighta screwed stuff up.
I won’t ever find out, because the GM sent us all back to the airport and told us to get a new job.  But boy was it worth it.