{"id":236,"date":"2007-02-06T23:00:00","date_gmt":"2007-02-07T06:00:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.chocolatemussolini.com\/cm\/default.asp?n=571"},"modified":"2007-02-06T23:00:00","modified_gmt":"2007-02-07T06:00:00","slug":"i-didnt-even-make-up-those-skyway-facts","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/queenofsubtle.com\/cm\/?p=236","title":{"rendered":"i didn&#8217;t even make up those skyway facts!"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Those of you not from these parts are probably unfamiliar with skyways. I shall attempt to explain.<\/p>\n<p \/>Picture yourself in a mall. Not just any mall, but a mall that&#8217;s 90% food court. A mostly-food-court mall that&#8217;s not spacious, but more of a tunnel lined with shops and mysterious doorways. A mostly-food-court narrow-tube mall that spans eighty blocks, from which you can sometimes see outside, but cannot easily get to it. An eight-mile mostly-food-court narrow-tube mall that smells like school-lunch pizza and Subway, and is packed full of businessmen in cheap suits with cellphones grafted to their skulls, talking about action items.<\/p>\n<p \/>So you see, the Minneapolis skyway is easily one of the most soulless places on earth.<\/p>\n<p \/>I made my last truffle delivery today, to 800 LaSalle. I worked in the building for six years, as it houses the State Theatre. While I&#8217;ve been to Rock Bottom in recent months (the restaurant, not the state-of-being), I haven&#8217;t been in the skyway in the hinterland behind <strike>Dayton&#8217;sMarshall Field&#8217;s<\/strike> Macy&#8217;s since the time I worked there.<\/p>\n<p \/>It took me far too long to get there, since my main goal was to take a break from work, not race for lunch. This meant that while I still passed 95% of the people in the skyway, I did so without shoving, elbowing, or trampling. It was considerate, but unsatisfying. I have no idea why people take to the skyways just to get their leisurely stroll on, when they could expend even less energy just staying at their desks; this would also offer the added benefit of Minesweeper. I may never understand.<\/p>\n<p \/>It was strange to revisit my old building. Of all things, I remembered the carpet well, probably because the pattern is &#8216;muted midwestern casino&#8217;. I was glad to see that Le Cache and Cookies &#038; More! were still there, but Park Cafe was gone, and almost everything in the adjacent building had been replaced with the identical store under different ownership.<\/p>\n<p \/>On the way back to work, I passed a group of girls just as one said, &#8220;Drop that zero and get with the hero!&#8221; I wanted to yell something at them about schlinging a schlong, but I have <i>class<\/i>. Also, I passed a guy playing a guitar for change in the US Bank skyway, and his song was just &#8216;Michelle Barton&#8217; repeated over and over. The tune sounded very familiar, but I couldn&#8217;t distinguish it until the last line. Here, I typed it up just for you:<\/p>\n<p \/><i>Michelle Barton, Michelle Barton.<br \/>Michelle Barton, Michelle Barton.<br \/>Michelle Barton, Michelle Barton!<br \/>Oh, Canada<\/i>.<\/p>\n<p \/>You&#8217;re welcome.<br \/>Jenni<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Those of you not from these parts are probably unfamiliar with skyways. I shall attempt to explain. Picture yourself in a mall. Not just any mall, but a mall that&#8217;s 90% food court. A mostly-food-court mall that&#8217;s not spacious, but more of a tunnel lined with shops and mysterious doorways. 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