Josef was brought by a nameless man to a large building, asked to sign a waiver, which was taken by a young attractive, but nervous woman, into a back room. He felt, without being told, that he should wait in the office, which was packed with sixteen other large sweaty men. The heat started to become unbearable. "Why are we here?" he asked, trying to sound calm. They just looked at him with uncomfortable faces, as if he had broken an important rule in the waiting area.
A young man in a suit walked through, and Josef stood up and grabbed him by the coat-tails, "What is going on what are we waiting for?" The man in the suit smiled nervously and kept walking, the way of the nervous woman.
Metal gratings, black, in the ceiling. Josef only noticed them when they opened and the dry heat started to pour in. Sweating accelerated, shifting in seats, but nobody breaking the code of silence.
"What the @#$ is this place?!" he screamed? People looked at the floor, and seemed to cower away from him, as if he had a contagious disease. He started to claw at the door, rattling the knob, screaming to "I just want to play football why are you wasting our time."
"Please come through door number pi" said a voice through an invisible speaker.
And I think we all know how that story goes....
