{"id":6261,"date":"2007-04-20T07:23:24","date_gmt":"2007-04-20T11:23:24","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/?p=6261"},"modified":"2022-10-12T20:40:10","modified_gmt":"2022-10-13T00:40:10","slug":"welcome-to-the-tribeca-dungeon","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/?p=6261","title":{"rendered":"The Tribeca Dungeon"},"content":{"rendered":"

I come down the stairs into the basement area – and at first glimpse think: Okay. I am about to be killed by an angry penis-hating butterfly-loving lunatic who orders me to put the lotion in the basket.<\/p>\n

One look at this view and I am sure I have only moments to live.<\/p>\n

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\nI move further into the basement. Here’s the corner. God, doesn’t it look cozy and inviting??<\/p>\n

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\nI turn … and find what I am looking for. Although it sort of has a “GATEWAY TO HELL” feel to it. Dare I continue on?<\/p>\n

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\nCloser … through the mirror, the “ladies room” glows with the fires of hell.<\/p>\n

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\nThe ceiling of the dark blue hallway. I’m being buried under bricks … or I’m waiting for a small lonely FBI agent wearing night-goggles to come and save me.<\/p>\n

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I look down the blue hall to where I want to go … and see a floating roll of toilet paper … beckoning to me through the gloom.<\/p>\n

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\nThis is what I see, looking up, as I am perched on the ol’ can (actually, I should say as I am hovering over<\/i> the toilet bowl …). It’s so cramped that my knees touch the door. This is far cry from the Charmin Brou-Haha. It almost looks like a torture device. Bricked in, so no one will hear you scream.<\/p>\n

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\nI am now fully ensconced in the red glow of the fires of hell … yet I glance back out … and can still see the blue cool hallway to freedom …<\/p>\n

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\nIt puts the lotion in the basket.<\/p>\n

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\nOn my way out, I decide to check out the men’s room. To see what kind of ambience they’ve got going on in there. This is my first glimpse.<\/p>\n

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\nI hightail it out of there.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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