600th Floor; Empire State Building

This is a collection of stories about what might happen if I went to the Empire State Building and ask for the 600th floor.

Nut-house
I walked into the Empire State Building and up to the desk. I said to the man at the desk "600th floor. Mt. Olympus."

"What are you? An idiot? There is no 600th floor! Or Mt. Olympus!" he exclaimed.

I pulled out my bow and arrow and pointed it at him. "Mt. Olympus now, or I shoot! Your choice!"

"Okay! Okay! Wait here for the men to come pick you up and bring you there." he picked up the phone and called someone. I walked over to a bench and sat down, putting away my bow. The man hung up the phone and looked over at me nervously. I had a feeling this wouldn't end nice.

I walked back up to the desk. "You aren't sending me to the 600th floor are you?"

"Oh, of course I am! Just wait for the men in the white."

"Alright." I sat back down and these men walked in. They looked at the man at the desk and he pointed toward me. They walked over to me and grabbed me by the arms. "Wait! I'm not crazy! I love Percy Jackson! I'm a crazed fangirl! I AM A DAUGHTER OF APOLLO! GOD OF MUSIC, POETRY, THE SUN, AND PROPHECY!"

"Uh huh. Right, crazy. You're going to the nut-house."

Then they took me away. I was on the way to the nut-house with a bunch of crazies singing Mary Had A Little Lamb and screaming at the top of their lungs.