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Today we got an interesting tour of the museum by one of the people who worked there. Despite the fact that he practically spit all over the place when he spoke, I found his knowledge and insight to be a welcomed distraction. He taught Logan a lot about the animals and even got a lot of them out of their displays to let the kids see and pet them up close. In fact, I freaked a little when half way through our guided tour he took off. I couldn't tell if he was getting "buzz off" vibes from the people I was with or if the swarm of children finally overwhelmed him. Either way it had been a fairly educational visit to that point. Oh well. Maybe the fact that the children and I were the only ones paying attention to what he was saying scared him. Maybe he is used to people wishing he would go away and leave them alone to read the signs posted on the exhibits and still not know what the hell they were looking at. Maybe he thought that we were alien brain sucking mutants and decided to get the hell out of there. We will never know.

Posted by gwendolyn on January 16, 2002 at 03:17 PM