for the last time junkies, you can't sleep standing up
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Metro.naps, a New York concern, recently opened a nap boutique where tired workers/shoppers could get their second wind in one of their shagadelic sleep pods. Pricetag: 14 dollars for a twenty minute nap.
It's a great idea but doesn't it take about 20 minutes just to fall asleep? and for 14 bucks they should wake you up with a lapdance.
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True Sleeping Stories....
When I was zipping across the country via car to check out arch schools, I would often get drowsy. Not wanting to lose driving time just cause I needed a horizontal hour, I continually pulled into parking lots, put up all my window shades (I bought a lot on that trip) and snoozed my way across America. On my first trip down to Houston I stopped at the Wal-mart in swampy Lafayette La. for a snooze.
jpeg 08 Dec 2004
jpeg and QTip - u2 should stand in front of Metro.naps and stop people walking by and tell them your stories; the people would be lined up to get in.
Jef........ 13 Dec 2004
A couple of months ago I had to take my daughter to South Bend, Indiana as part of a dance class.
I'd been up all night the night before, working on a project, and was also dealing with a bad reaction to some medicine the doctor had given me... I didn't feel well
So, I dropped her at the class (it was a 5 hour seminar) and drove to town looking for a place to nap.
The public library loomed large
I went inside, found something boring to read, popped in my earbuds and fell asleep.
Slouched in a comfy chair, hat over my eyes, I fell into a deep, peaceful sleep.
A while later I felt this annoying pain in my leg, and awoke to see two police officers standing over me. One was kicking my leg.
I was looking at the burly black one, but he seemed to have this feminine voice, and over the sound of the iPod, the voice was saying, "Wake up. Can you hear me?"
In one fell swoop I sat up, pulled the earbuds and said, in my best honest-citizen voice, "Yes... sir? Huh? Sir?"
At that moment I realized it was not the burly black cop addressing me, but his equally burly partner next to him.
Sgt. Ballbricker, that was handling this case.
"I'm a ma'am, not a sir. You can't sleep here. You have to leave."
I looked around and saw that the whole place was staring at me. She had been shouting.
"Uh, ok. Sorry."
I went outside and saw that about a half-dozen bums, me included, had been rousted on this sweep of the city library. Wish I'd had my camera.
I eventually slept in my car in an abandoned store parking lot, iPod playing in my ears.
QTip 08 Dec 2004