I was wandering around in the basement of the Holiday Inn near the capitol plaza once and found one of these. I kept walking and opening doors, and I ended up opening a nonlabled door like you would see as an emergency exit door at a theater—- i’m suddenly standing smack dab in an underground FEMA station (if you look on a map FEMA and Holiday Inn... they’re not that far apart, about 2 minutes by car on C street). No shit, it looked like CTU from the show 24. Huge monitors and people everywhere, and security immediately looked shocked and started the “who are you, what business do you have here” stuff and guys, if you’re ever in a situation like this, pull some sun tzu shit like i did. I have this really dumb sounding thick fake southern accent i can do, distorted my face to look a bit “special” and just said i was lost and was in the hotel at a convention and just made a wrong turn (the ballrooms/convention halls are in the basement) “Well you need to leave right now” “Well i’m reyal sorry i didn mean t’ruffle anybodys feathers yall i’m gonna turn back right now ya’ll have a good ni’te”

I was so scared, but it was exhilarating. I’m kind of like Ricky on Trailer Park Boys when it comes to dealing with situations like that, it’s a natural skill i’ve utilized my whole life. Once a cop called me “ma’m” because I had long hair and I drove a chick-car, and I turned around he saw my beard and was so embarrassed he had ‘misgendered’ me he didnt write me a ticket.

I was wondering around in the basement of the Holiday Inn near the capitol plaza once and found one of these. I kept walking and opening doors, and I ended up opening a nonlabled door like you would see as an emergency exit door at a theater—- i’m suddenly standing smack dab in an underground FEMA station (if you look on a map FEMA and Holiday Inn... they’re not that far apart, about 2 minutes by car on C street). No shit, it looked like CTU from the show 24. Huge monitors and people everywhere, and security immediately looked shocked and started the “who are you, what business do you have here” stuff and guys, if you’re ever in a situation like this, pull some sun tzu shit like i did. I have this really dumb sounding thick fake southern accent i can do, distorted my face to look a bit “special” and just said i was lost and was in the hotel at a convention and just made a wrong turn (the ballrooms/convention halls are in the basement) “Well you need to leave right now” “Well i’m reyal sorry i didn mean t’ruffle anybodys feathers yall i’m gonna turn back right now ya’ll have a good ni’te”

I was so scared, but it was exhilarating. I’m kind of like Ricky on Trailer Park Boys when it comes to dealing with situations like that, it’s a natural skill i’ve utilized my whole life. Once a cop called me “ma’m” because I had long hair and I drove a chick-car, and I turned around he saw my beard and was so embarrassed he had ‘misgendered’ me he didnt write me a ticket.

I was wondering around in the basement of the Holiday Inn near the capitol plaza once and found one of these. I kept walking and opening doors, and I ended up at an underground FEMA station (if you look on a map FEMA and Holiday Inn... they’re not that far apart). No shit, it looked like CTU from the show 24. Huge monitors and people everywhere, and security immediately looked shocked and started the “who are you, what business do you have here” stuff and guys, if you’re ever in a situation like this, pull some sun tzu shit like i did. I have this really dumb sounding thick fake southern accent i can do, distorted my face to look a bit “special” and just said i was lost and was in the hotel at a convention and just made a wrong turn (the ballrooms/convention halls are in the basement) “Well you need to leave right now” “Well i’m reyal sorry i didn mean t’ruffle anybodys feathers yall i’m gonna turn back right now”

I was so scared, but it was exhilarating. I’m kind of like Ricky on Trailer Park Boys when it comes to dealing with situations like that, it’s a natural skill i’ve utilized my whole life. Once a cop called me “ma’m” because I had long hair and I drove a chick-car, and I turned around he saw my beard and was so embarrassed he had ‘misgendered’ me he didnt write me a ticket.