Double Standard

Got up to the Pioneer Museum this morning with only an hour to make the circuit. About a quarter of it closed off, I'd have to guess that there were half again as many more structures from the last time I was here about ten years ago. It's changed hands a couple of times since but the approach and theme remain the same. There was no one else there!

The first thing I asked about was when jail breakout was. No longer, the clerk said. "Black powder!" She rolled her eyes. I asked for a brochure (wanted to get several for promotional reasons) but there were none. Got a map. She proceeded to mark it up where people were prohibited. I was unsettled as I'd like to scan and post it for the European folks on Facebook. Took it as is; made a mental note to get another on the way out along with a special parting shot.

Mosean' around, focused on buildings. Occasional implement, pleasant view - critters scurrying about. Got to thinking about someone might enjoy it all but too many interlopers complicating the matter. Had wanted to make a day of going to see the Cardinal scrimmages after a morning constitutional here. She's a pistol alright.

Too much the restrooms where she works. Female accommodations all gussied up with flowers, then they come out and sound like truck drivers. (On second thought, this insults good people. They are reprehensible.) The men's room has a pair of double-locked dispensers with barbed wire condoms in one's face. You exit, after a wash, with nothing but "What idiots!" on your mind. Then, there she is. (Almost feel something.) But she made her choice, choosing travesty over benevolence. What gall, Francesca. Rest assured I'm having a good laugh after the bad hurt... "She's a travestarian."

Could have been an interesting relationship illustrating amor omnia vincit. Adieu.