So.

This past weekend I took the kid to the Star Wars exhibit at the local museum of science and history. I had no idea it would be that packed! I mean, who knew? It was a Sunday after all and I figured it was going to be … well, not that packed.

Anyway. They sell tickets in 15 minute increments. And only 85 per 15 minutes. So since i was meeting some friends there and they hadn’t shown up yet, I went ahead and bought the tickets. As I’m talking to the lady at the counter, they literally sell out of the 2 pm tickets. We got 2:15.

Getting into the exhibit was kind of a challenge. Talk about sheep.

I don’t get why people have to make a mad dash for the door in places like that. You know? As soon as the guy said he was going to start taking tickets, folks started crowding toward the door. I mean, COME ON FOLKS. There are small children involved here. It totally ticks me off that people - adults! - do this.

And then once you’re inside, they are such sheep they stand in the middle of the walkway and don’t both to move out of the way. I hate crowds anyway, so this wasn’t the most fun part of the experience.

And here’s another thing that hacked me off. I’m standing there, taking pictures of the costumes (which are behind glass) and my kid and some dumb broad has the nerve to tell me, “You know, there’s going to be a glare with the flash on.”

Thanks. If I wanted your fucking opinion, I would have asked for it. Bite me.

But I didn’t say anyting. I bit my tongue instead. I’m sure she was just trying to help, but shut the fuck up okay?

Anyway. There was tons of stuff for the kids to do and OF COURSE, there’s no time limit on some of this stuff and parents let their snot-nosed kids hog the robots when mine really wanted to do it. I wish he could have. But we ran out of time anyway.

So I herded him out of the exhibit along with the rest of the sheep.

I could have sworn I heard baa-ing in the crowd somewhere…