The Shattered Monocle

Giant Bed Jumping

When I work myself into a mood and start complaining to somone about how expensive/dirty/expensive/loud/expensive/hot/expensive New York City is, the common response — followed by an eyeroll and a frantic search for a way to excuse themselves — is, “Why don’t you move?” The answer: New York is the best delivery system of completely random things.

Example: My co-worker Janet and I managed to carve 10 minutes out of our day to go to Bryant Park and jump on 30 double mattresses for what was billed as “The World’s Biggest Bed Jump.”

Janet has gone on record stating that one of her pet peeves is pictures of people jumping, which make this picture that much better. (Side note: that guy in the PJ’s in the background looks eerily like Todd Barry, but not as easy on the eyes.)

A graceful landing. (Also, I look like a giant compared to the folks behind me.)

Based on the scale of the bed, Janet is roughly the size of one NYC area bedbug.

I have to remember the little things like jumping on a giant bed the next time I’m complaining about the lack of affordable places to eat lunch in midtown.