>>8187270 lb
I've been to Fisher Island years ago to fix some furniture back around '04. We had to park our truck and go through security to be searched. We were not allowed to bring our vehicle so when we finally got to the island we had to walk to our destination. When we finally found the place it was a set of huge condos. Knocking on the door, not knowing what to expect, an old lady comes to the door wearing some hippie looking madam outfit with a flowing scarf. I immediately noticed the amount of shelves on every wall of the condo. These shelves were filled with elaborate statues and figurines made of what looked to be a type of colored glass but resembled some kind of stone. I pointed out how beautiful they were and she said they were made out of Citrine. The place looked as beautiful as a room in the Smithsonian.
After formalities were made she brought us to the piece of furniture that needed to be fixed. She handed us a small bag and pointed to a foot stool. I opened the bag and it was a wheel connected to a dowel. I flipped over the foot stool and put the dowel in the leg which took about 5 seconds at the most. I turn around and a 70 something year old man comes swankering in the doorway like he was a former rock star and gently pushes the woman on the bed falling on top of her. My partner and I just looked at each other and got the picture of what Fisher Island was all about. This woman was swooning and squealing and wrapping her legs around this old guy. It was the cringiest thing I've ever witnessed. The door was wide open so we decided to take off. When we headed for the door we could hear her saying "is it done?" We said yep and decided to get out of there. That whole place just reminded me of a rich folks orgy/nursing home. We had to wait for the ferry and the whole time we were nervous about being snatched up. It just appeared to be an island of untouchable elites just by the creepy vibe we got. Why would someone have to come 600 miles to put a wheel on the leg of a footstool?