They spent nine figures building this glass tower just so that someone could put “this is your wake up call” on the windows in pinks lettering.

It could have been worse, it could have read, “this is your margin call!”
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They spent nine figures building this glass tower just so that someone could put “this is your wake up call” on the windows in pinks lettering.

It could have been worse, it could have read, “this is your margin call!”
The Freedom Tower is nearly as tall as the old Twin Towers were, and is now merely another Goliath of a building in Manhattan’s skyline.



So much so, that Manhattan’s smog blurs the tower from a distance now. Smog, yummy!
New York City is like a Monet painting. It’s looks good from afar, but it’s quite ugly up close.

Bella!
Call us a typical cynical New Yorker if you must, but if human defecation is a constant problem on the street outside of your multi-million dollar apartment, then we highly doubt that those who are chronically defecating outside of your window will stop doing so because of a sign like this.

In fact, instead of helping the situation, it simply tells the public, “the wealthy people who live on Jersey Street between Crosby and Lafayette in Manhattan live in multi-million dollar apartments that are real sh!holes, thanks to a chronic human defecation problem that happens nearly all of the time, directly outside of their windows, day and night!”
People in New York City will sit just about anywhere, park benches, next the crazy people, the subway floor, the sidewalk, stoops and window ledges to name a few, but this bench has got to be the most uncomfortable place to sit in all of Manhattan.

It’s sits along Mulberry Street, just south of Houston Street, and it’s made of unfinished, splintered wood. As if that’s not inviting enough, any potential sitter also has to deal with a building that is not sure what it wants to do as far as being an innie or an outie. As such, the building makes one feel as if it will reach out and touch one’s shoulder if one sits outside of it.
Not even drunken hobos dare use that bench. That has got to be Manhattan’s most uncomfortable seat!