Walk to the Office

so as Warehouse Operation (1st class) Manager I open the door to a warehouse everyday. This door is at the end of a hallway. This hallway is the main thoroughfare of the arcade.
- recently I've been having conversations with civilians and I'll use the term "arcade" along with "cruising with his dick out" and people looked puzzled. They explain how they were confused as to why a man would have his penis out in a video game arcade. "No," I explain, "there are no video games, the arcade is a place you feed dollars into a TV screen and watch pornography in a little cubicle for about $1 for 2 minutes..." so yea...

This door is in a hallway breaking away from the arcade. Now, there aren't like booths all the way up to my office door, there's a bit of an empty space barrier but like, I walk in and out of the arcade when I go in and out of the office. Oh yea its fucked up as all hell but I'm paid and benefited up so screw you. I don't see as much weird shit as you'd think, or I'm totally jaded.
So I'm totally jaded to men walking in and out of cubicles. I see it all day, and they scurry...like cockroaches; back into the nearest booth like someone stopped the music on some horrid game of musical chairs. Go to the bathroom, scurry. Pick up a UPS shipment, scamper.

This is good for one thing, taking out frustrations!!! Have a lame phone call with a boss or a vendor, get into an argument with your girlfriend, your god damn creditors will not stop calling you and soforth and soforth. The rules of the arcade are, no walking around between booths, no talking to other people, no eye contact, no touching. Its a lot like prison. and If i'm having a bad Day I can yell at people.
I can fucking humiliate those perverted gross pieces of shit sometimes.
"Hey sweatpants, get the fuck out.....
"pick that up, no mother fucker don't look at me pick that up you piece of shit and get out"
"are you fucking serious Judd?, you know you can do better than this guy, get the fuck out"
"WATCH YOUR TRANNY PORN AT HOME FROM NOW ON YOU FUCKING ASSHOLE!!"

what are they going to do? complain write a letter to the editor? complain to the manager? I'm fucking the manager. I'm also the person all customer complaints are referred to anyway. I refer you to my morning bowel movement sir.
SURE
what's the worst thing you pass along the way to work? a smelly dumpster? a unrine-y alleyway? a dangerous parking lot? 50 minutes of traffic to go 10 miles?
well I have a little bit of everything there I guess, no way you guys have tranny porn in traffic. but one of the cool things about working in this industry has always been the environment perks.
such as: totally stocked break room refrigerators, unfettered internet access, sega dreamcast, satellite television, ping pong tables, lower State Street in Santa Barbara. My current favorite is once a day, at any time of the day, I walk 10 minutes down to the end of a pier and spit into the ocean.