Bushwick Pay Phone Du Jour: Troutman Street Recession Special
As I mentioned in this post I spent a fair amount of today pounding the pavement. By the time I reached Flushing Avenue I was tired. I thought about turning around and catching the L at Morgan Avenue but my little voice told me to keep going. So I did. When I reached the intersection of Troutman Street and Irving Avenue my phonedar went off. I looked around quite a bit and eventually found this: a brave new public pay phone for these tough economic times. We have all noticed that our dollars and cents simply don’t go as far as they used to.
Behold the Bushwick Monologue Machine! A mere twenty five cents will give you the gift of communication without having to listen to the other party. Say what you will but I consider this to be a bargain at twice the price. Unlike it’s Greenpoint counterpart this model (which I have named Monologue Machine 2.0) does not sport copious amounts of duct tape (or discarded fifths of vodka for that matter) but this is not to suggest it is any less special.
I was so enamored of the wires I simply had to take this close-up.
Which brings to me to this modest proposal for a very special Greenpoint-Bushwick joint initiative: would one of our Bushwick friends would be up to calling Greenpoint’s very own Monologue Machine 1.0 for a little chat? This would be purely for documentary purposes (in other words: shits and giggles). I can offer nothing in the way of compensation other than peace of mind, a few laughs, link love and perhaps this Polish phrasebook.
In which such useful phrases as:
potrzebujÄ™ czegoÅ› dla przeÅ¼ytku
can be found. That’s Polish for “I need something for a hangover”.
Anyone interested in helping with this experiment can contact me at missheather (at) thatgreenpointblog (dot) com.