I was walking through the Times Square subway station last night, on my way to see Watchmen with Jeff and a few of our fellow thirtysomething nerdboys, when I spotted three identical payphones, side-by-side on a clean tile wall, just begging for something to be tacked on. So I pulled out a Sharpie and some manila tags that I’ve been carrying for just such an occasion, and designated one phone each for calls to the Past, Present, and Future.
More photos — including a couple with a test subject — after the jump.
We’ve all had annoying co-workers. A couple jobs back I worked in an office with a woman that used to ramble on and on, LOUDLY, into her phone about all kinds of crap — medications, family problems, her “cycle.” I used to fantasize about leaping over the cubicle wall and just elbow-dropping her, pro-wrestling style.
We’ve all had that dream, I think.
This guy lives it:
It’s almost definitely fake. As one YouTube commenter points out, security cameras don’t record sound. Probably fake, but real enough to be awesome.