the clearview chelsea is haunted.

honest to god truth... i saw a ghost...

after a delicious but awkward brunch at that cafe round the corner from my soon-to-be-ex apartment in chelsea, ben and i headed off to see the season's most hyped cinematic offering, snakes on a motherfucking plane. it delivered what it promised (and what the people asked for). there was surfing. and murder. and snakes. and sam jackson got pisses off and declared that he was sick and tired of those motherfuckin' snakes on that motherfuckin' plane. i especially liked the gratuitous nudity and foaming death scenes. and the fact that the murder/trial became very secondary to the plot, to the point where it the resolution is completely omitted. genius. give the people what the want... snakes. on a plane.

satisfied by the film, we headed out, but i stopped off at the ladies... this is where i saw the ghost. i walked into the ladies room and saw an old lady wearing dark pants and a light cardigan, slightly hunched over, making her way slowly to the farthest stall. i thought nothing of it and chose one of the stalls closest to the door. i thought it was really strange that the woman wasn't making any sound, but it didn't really bother me as i'm not prone to being concerned about other people's bathroom habits. then two more ladies walked in the bathroom (i noticed their black othopedic shoes) and were very chatty. i stepped out to wash my hands and noticed that only two of the stalls were occupied. the door to the one that the first old lady was walking toward was wide open and she was nowhere to be seen. she didn't leave the room because i would've seen her shoes walk past my stall. washed my hands very quickly and got the hell out of there.

i saw a motherfuckin' ghost in the motherfuckin' bathroom.