Today, I went to a science museum. I talked about this in the off topic lounge earlier today, but I wanted to kind of expand on what happened while I was there. Hopefully, this will be almost interesting for someone.
As I said in the OTL, there were lots and lots of camps and religious youth programs visiting. This means that not only are there going to be kids everywhere, but they are also going to be annoying fuck heads because they’re not being held back by whoever brought them there. So, pretty much the whole museum was filled to the brim with loud, obnoxious 10 year olds, who thought saying the word ‘fuck’ was a hilarious thing to do. Something tells me that they go home and idolize the Angry Video Game Nerd.
These children also don’t know that it’s not the smartest idea to go running around a museum. Along with them running, they were running into people, great kids. Great parents as well, not being there beside them and all. Were these kids at least saying ‘excuse me’ as they ran into everyone? Of course not, are you stupid?
There was a hall of mirrors section that was through a long hallway and led through to a door in a stairwell. It looked like the kind of stairwell that would be the perfect location for someone in a CSI show to be raped and murdered in. The door that led to the hall of mirrors had a large wet spot in the floor right outside of the door. If you took a step on it, it would foam up and it was just very unsettling. I reached over the wet floor to grab the door, and then I opened it up. It looked and smelled like a movie theater bathroom and there was water all over the floor. Needless to say, I didn’t go to see the hall of mirrors.
We went up a floor to see the rest of the museum. To my luck, it was a lot cleaner, and there were a lot less insane kids. There was a whole section on light and I found that to be the coolest part. There were little exhibits teaching everyone about different aspects of light, how to make white light with red, green, and blue lights, and so on. The second floor was for the most part, decent.
The third floor was a whole other story. Take the first floor, with the insane kids, dirty floors, smell of defecation, and multiply it by 2. For a floor that’s half the size as the first, you’d expect less people in there, at least, right? Well, yeah, there were less people. But these kids were having some kind of Vietnam flashback. They were essentially bouncing off the walls, climbing on shit, and overall doing things that aren’t exactly appropriate in a museum environment.
This is going to be the best part of this entry. No doubt. You will leave this entry feeling enlightened after hearing about the pleasant experience of Peter at the museum restroom. So, here goes.
About halfway through my museum experience, I feel the need to use the restroom. Okay, everyone’s got to go sometime during the day, so I locate the restroom and go in. For one thing, it’s down another small hallway that leads to some sort of locker room. Once you follow the hall to this locker room, that’s where you can enter either the men’s or women’s restroom. I don’t know if you knew, but I can only tell you about the men’s room, sorry. The restroom looks, again, like a place in a CSI show where someone can be raped or murdered. But no biggie, the toilets were clean-ish, and the stalls actually locked, which is good. I finish my business and walk out of the stall. While I was in, a camp group of about 5 kids came in. As I’m washing my hands, I notice one of the kids is lying on the restroom floor, looking up the closed doors of empty stalls. Not only is that fucking disgusting, but it’s horrible because the camp guide that was supervising the children in the restroom is right fucking there, 5 feet away from him, not doing anything to prevent this dumb ass kid from getting some strange disease. After having my mind blown, and after washing my hands, I just leave. I’m not going to waste my time trying to make the camp guide do a better job of looking after his kids, let them get diseases, fuck it.
I don’t know why, but the science museum was a whole lot more controlled when I was younger. Maybe that’s because when I was younger, parents actually seemed to care about their kids enough to tell them to calm the fuck down when they were doing something they shouldn’t have.
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Oh, let’s not forget this. We can’t escape the horror of ‘The Big Bang Theory’ anywhere else, so let’s incorporate it in our science museums so we look hip and trendy! No, fuck you. Other than that, the gift shop was okay. Plenty of mind games and science oriented toys, like microscopes and all that shit.
All in all, my trip to the science museum wasn’t the worst thing in the world, but it could’ve been a whole lot fucking better.
As I said in the OTL, there were lots and lots of camps and religious youth programs visiting. This means that not only are there going to be kids everywhere, but they are also going to be annoying fuck heads because they’re not being held back by whoever brought them there. So, pretty much the whole museum was filled to the brim with loud, obnoxious 10 year olds, who thought saying the word ‘fuck’ was a hilarious thing to do. Something tells me that they go home and idolize the Angry Video Game Nerd.
These children also don’t know that it’s not the smartest idea to go running around a museum. Along with them running, they were running into people, great kids. Great parents as well, not being there beside them and all. Were these kids at least saying ‘excuse me’ as they ran into everyone? Of course not, are you stupid?
There was a hall of mirrors section that was through a long hallway and led through to a door in a stairwell. It looked like the kind of stairwell that would be the perfect location for someone in a CSI show to be raped and murdered in. The door that led to the hall of mirrors had a large wet spot in the floor right outside of the door. If you took a step on it, it would foam up and it was just very unsettling. I reached over the wet floor to grab the door, and then I opened it up. It looked and smelled like a movie theater bathroom and there was water all over the floor. Needless to say, I didn’t go to see the hall of mirrors.
We went up a floor to see the rest of the museum. To my luck, it was a lot cleaner, and there were a lot less insane kids. There was a whole section on light and I found that to be the coolest part. There were little exhibits teaching everyone about different aspects of light, how to make white light with red, green, and blue lights, and so on. The second floor was for the most part, decent.
The third floor was a whole other story. Take the first floor, with the insane kids, dirty floors, smell of defecation, and multiply it by 2. For a floor that’s half the size as the first, you’d expect less people in there, at least, right? Well, yeah, there were less people. But these kids were having some kind of Vietnam flashback. They were essentially bouncing off the walls, climbing on shit, and overall doing things that aren’t exactly appropriate in a museum environment.
This is going to be the best part of this entry. No doubt. You will leave this entry feeling enlightened after hearing about the pleasant experience of Peter at the museum restroom. So, here goes.
About halfway through my museum experience, I feel the need to use the restroom. Okay, everyone’s got to go sometime during the day, so I locate the restroom and go in. For one thing, it’s down another small hallway that leads to some sort of locker room. Once you follow the hall to this locker room, that’s where you can enter either the men’s or women’s restroom. I don’t know if you knew, but I can only tell you about the men’s room, sorry. The restroom looks, again, like a place in a CSI show where someone can be raped or murdered. But no biggie, the toilets were clean-ish, and the stalls actually locked, which is good. I finish my business and walk out of the stall. While I was in, a camp group of about 5 kids came in. As I’m washing my hands, I notice one of the kids is lying on the restroom floor, looking up the closed doors of empty stalls. Not only is that fucking disgusting, but it’s horrible because the camp guide that was supervising the children in the restroom is right fucking there, 5 feet away from him, not doing anything to prevent this dumb ass kid from getting some strange disease. After having my mind blown, and after washing my hands, I just leave. I’m not going to waste my time trying to make the camp guide do a better job of looking after his kids, let them get diseases, fuck it.
I don’t know why, but the science museum was a whole lot more controlled when I was younger. Maybe that’s because when I was younger, parents actually seemed to care about their kids enough to tell them to calm the fuck down when they were doing something they shouldn’t have.
Oh, let’s not forget this. We can’t escape the horror of ‘The Big Bang Theory’ anywhere else, so let’s incorporate it in our science museums so we look hip and trendy! No, fuck you. Other than that, the gift shop was okay. Plenty of mind games and science oriented toys, like microscopes and all that shit.
All in all, my trip to the science museum wasn’t the worst thing in the world, but it could’ve been a whole lot fucking better.