I mean that in a much less gross way than it sounds. This is the third post I've started in two days. I seem to be suffering from a little case of writer's block. I promise that I haven't abandoned any of you!
I should be up to snuff tomorrow!
Wednesday, February 13, 2008
Wednesday, February 6, 2008
The 8 Habits of Highly Ineffective People
1. Make lots of mistakes. Apologize for said mistakes. Continue to make the same ones, over and over.
2. Make sure your moods are completely unpredictable. This works on a day-by-day basis but is even more effective if you can manage hour-by-hour mood variations. You might consider yelling at your coworkers if the mood strikes you. Talk to them an hour later as if nothing happened.
3. Plan to get by on your looks. Do not cultivate any personality or hobbies. When your looks start to fade become demanding and needy. Complain that no one loves you and you don't know why.
4. Make completely terrible choices in your personal life. Ask for a lot of advice. Ignore all of it.
5. Hold onto grudges for years. Pretend like you aren't mad about those things anymore. Release your pent-up rage at completely inappropriate times and in completely inappropriate situations. Act surprised when people question your sanity.
6. Behave like your time is more valuable than anyone else's. You can do this by ignoring emails and phone messages but demanding prompt replies from people that work for or with you. When you do manage to get back to said people make sure that you don't really answer their question.
7. Vehemently argue a point that is, in fact, incorrect. For example, you could argue that the cervix is inside the uterus rather than at its entry. Maintain that all current science textbooks are wrong. Resort to childish name calling. This example is ideal if you are a woman arguing with a man.
8. Ask friends to borrow money to pay your rent. Tell them you'll get evicted in a bid to gain sympathy. Use the borrowed funds to get a tattoo or buy drugs. When said friend realizes they've been duped, promise to pay them back immediately. Instead, stop returning their calls.
2. Make sure your moods are completely unpredictable. This works on a day-by-day basis but is even more effective if you can manage hour-by-hour mood variations. You might consider yelling at your coworkers if the mood strikes you. Talk to them an hour later as if nothing happened.
3. Plan to get by on your looks. Do not cultivate any personality or hobbies. When your looks start to fade become demanding and needy. Complain that no one loves you and you don't know why.
4. Make completely terrible choices in your personal life. Ask for a lot of advice. Ignore all of it.
5. Hold onto grudges for years. Pretend like you aren't mad about those things anymore. Release your pent-up rage at completely inappropriate times and in completely inappropriate situations. Act surprised when people question your sanity.
6. Behave like your time is more valuable than anyone else's. You can do this by ignoring emails and phone messages but demanding prompt replies from people that work for or with you. When you do manage to get back to said people make sure that you don't really answer their question.
7. Vehemently argue a point that is, in fact, incorrect. For example, you could argue that the cervix is inside the uterus rather than at its entry. Maintain that all current science textbooks are wrong. Resort to childish name calling. This example is ideal if you are a woman arguing with a man.
8. Ask friends to borrow money to pay your rent. Tell them you'll get evicted in a bid to gain sympathy. Use the borrowed funds to get a tattoo or buy drugs. When said friend realizes they've been duped, promise to pay them back immediately. Instead, stop returning their calls.
Thursday, January 31, 2008
Kent
Yesterday was Kent's birthday. In honor of turning 28, I've listed 28 things I love about him. (Obviously I had to leave many things off.) Here we go, in no particular order:
1. He plays the best version of "Rocky Raccoon."
2. He always empties the dishwasher, because he knows I hate it.
3. He takes care of me when I'm sick and never gets frustrated with my whining.
4. He has infinite patience with little kids and they adore him.
5. If he's interested in something he jumps in full-force.
6. He doesn't believe there is anything he can't do.
7. He never complains that I make the coffee too weak.
8. He laughs at my jokes and at my blog.
9. He excels at every physical activity he does but he's not egotistical about being the best.
10. He likes my friends.
11. He likes my family.
12. He immediately makes everyone feel welcome.
13. He's masculine without being macho.
14. He has curly blond hair.
15. He lets me control the remote.
16. He never wears baseball caps.
17. He's more fun than anyone I've ever met.
18. He always remembers my birthday and our anniversary.
19. He's a great cook.
20. My cat loved him from day 1.
21. When we met he said he'd call the next day. I didn't believe he would but he did.
22. He never complains when I want to see a girl movie.
23. Yesterday was his birthday but he still took me out.
24. He always lets me know when he's running late.
25. He's pretty considerate, just in general.
26. He's extremely attractive.
27. He loves to teach people what he knows.
28. He plays the guitar.
I love you Kent!
1. He plays the best version of "Rocky Raccoon."
2. He always empties the dishwasher, because he knows I hate it.
3. He takes care of me when I'm sick and never gets frustrated with my whining.
4. He has infinite patience with little kids and they adore him.
5. If he's interested in something he jumps in full-force.
6. He doesn't believe there is anything he can't do.
7. He never complains that I make the coffee too weak.
8. He laughs at my jokes and at my blog.
9. He excels at every physical activity he does but he's not egotistical about being the best.
10. He likes my friends.
11. He likes my family.
12. He immediately makes everyone feel welcome.
13. He's masculine without being macho.
14. He has curly blond hair.
15. He lets me control the remote.
16. He never wears baseball caps.
17. He's more fun than anyone I've ever met.
18. He always remembers my birthday and our anniversary.
19. He's a great cook.
20. My cat loved him from day 1.
21. When we met he said he'd call the next day. I didn't believe he would but he did.
22. He never complains when I want to see a girl movie.
23. Yesterday was his birthday but he still took me out.
24. He always lets me know when he's running late.
25. He's pretty considerate, just in general.
26. He's extremely attractive.
27. He loves to teach people what he knows.
28. He plays the guitar.
I love you Kent!
A how-to
Dear Fellow Whataburger Customers,
I noticed today that many of you appear to be having a bad day. The first thing that tipped me off was that, frankly, most of you were wearing sweatpants. I understand, as I also love sweatpants but the days I spend in them are days I also don't leave the house. So please let me give you my sympathies for whatever is giving you a difficult time.
With that said, I also noticed that many of you were very rude to the people taking your order. Some of you snapped at them when they asked you a question clarifying what you wanted to eat. One of you interrupted someone else's order because you didn't know your own order number (hint: it's the number on the plastic card you were holding). Almost all of you ignored tenants of common human decency, such as saying "hello", "please" and "thank you".
I imagine this might be difficult to believe but people that work in fast food restaurants are not actually robots. That means they have feelings and are deserving of consideration. Maybe you think that because they work at Whataburger they're below you and therefore you don't need to say "please" or "thank you". First, I would like to point out that none of the employees were wearing sweatpants in public so right there they've got something on most of you. Second, when you were taught manners they were actually for use in all situations. They just make the world a little bit sunnier a place so quit acting like white trash and use them. I will take this opportunity and point out that although you might not have been polite, all the employees unfailingly were.
The last point I would like to make is, even though employing your manners is appropriate in almost all situations, why on Earth would you ever be rude to or otherwise antagonize someone that's in the unique position of handling something you'll be putting in your mouth? If we're being completely honest, you should be lucky that I don't work there because the temptation of sabotaging your meal would be mighty hard to resist.
Also, your sweatpants make you look fat.
Cheers!
Maggie
I noticed today that many of you appear to be having a bad day. The first thing that tipped me off was that, frankly, most of you were wearing sweatpants. I understand, as I also love sweatpants but the days I spend in them are days I also don't leave the house. So please let me give you my sympathies for whatever is giving you a difficult time.
With that said, I also noticed that many of you were very rude to the people taking your order. Some of you snapped at them when they asked you a question clarifying what you wanted to eat. One of you interrupted someone else's order because you didn't know your own order number (hint: it's the number on the plastic card you were holding). Almost all of you ignored tenants of common human decency, such as saying "hello", "please" and "thank you".
I imagine this might be difficult to believe but people that work in fast food restaurants are not actually robots. That means they have feelings and are deserving of consideration. Maybe you think that because they work at Whataburger they're below you and therefore you don't need to say "please" or "thank you". First, I would like to point out that none of the employees were wearing sweatpants in public so right there they've got something on most of you. Second, when you were taught manners they were actually for use in all situations. They just make the world a little bit sunnier a place so quit acting like white trash and use them. I will take this opportunity and point out that although you might not have been polite, all the employees unfailingly were.
The last point I would like to make is, even though employing your manners is appropriate in almost all situations, why on Earth would you ever be rude to or otherwise antagonize someone that's in the unique position of handling something you'll be putting in your mouth? If we're being completely honest, you should be lucky that I don't work there because the temptation of sabotaging your meal would be mighty hard to resist.
Also, your sweatpants make you look fat.
Cheers!
Maggie
Monday, January 28, 2008
We took the plunge
As you no doubt remember from an earlier post, we've had a bit of trouble with our Audi. The oil pressure light came on and we took it to the dealership, only for them to run a $700 diagnostic to tell us we needed an oil change. Great! I really didn't want to spend that money on something else.
Anyway, recently the light's been coming on again. After much discussion where we agreed that we were facing at least $2000 in work we decided that perhaps we should look at other vehicles. After much research and even more procrastination on my part we decided that we'd look at getting a Toyota Prius. Our rationale was simple: with the amount and type of driving we do a Prius would give us more than twice the gas mileage we were getting from the Audi. This detail, in fact, meant that even though our car payment would be higher the amount we spent in total every month would be the same. Also we would then be able to walk around feeling very smug.
Anyway, Saturday afternoon we decided we would at least stop by the Toyota dealership. We weren't planning to buy a car. However, you can't go into a car dealership for anything, not even to use the bathroom or get directions, without leaving with a new car. At least that's what people tell me. One of the guys helping us was talking about what happened with his wife's Audi. At 90,000 miles the power steering failed and this happened and that happened. It was very tragic. I think he was making stuff up to get us to agree to buy a new car but it didn't impact us at all. Except to make me very glad the Audi was now going to be someone else's problem.
Another weird thing happened while we were there. This struck me as strange because usually car salesmen will say anything to get you to buy a car (or so I hear). The guy helping us (not the one with the Audi story) asked us how we felt about the Presidential primary. Warning lights start going off in Kent's and my head. He asked us if we'd heard about this candidate, "Uh, I think his name's Osama or something."
Pardonnez-moi?
Do you mean Barak Obama? Kent and I corrected him much more politely than he deserved. Then he starts telling us that Obama's been raised a Muslim. Now, first of all that's not true as you can read here. We told him that was an urban myth. We told him where could read that it was an urban myth. He started to get a little belligerent. Then he starts telling us that Muslims are trying to take over the country from the inside and that's why Barak Obama (or Osama or whatever) was running for office.
O-kay. That was informative. Way to be every negative Texas stereotype! Xenophobic, ignorant and rude. He almost lost our sale, and would have if we weren't pretty much finished with everything.
I find it baffling that he felt that it was OK to have that conversation with us. Up to that point we'd not mentioned politics at all. He'd never met us and had no idea what kind of people we might be. I mean, other than the fact we were both wearing shirts that said "We hate Islam!". I'm kidding of course. And what did he expect us to do? Whole-heartedly agree with him? Pull out our hoods and crosses?
I'm thinking of calling his manager to complain. I don't want to be a jerk but that is a completely inappropriate conversation to have with a customer and it made Kent and I extremely uncomfortable. Any thoughts?
Anyway, recently the light's been coming on again. After much discussion where we agreed that we were facing at least $2000 in work we decided that perhaps we should look at other vehicles. After much research and even more procrastination on my part we decided that we'd look at getting a Toyota Prius. Our rationale was simple: with the amount and type of driving we do a Prius would give us more than twice the gas mileage we were getting from the Audi. This detail, in fact, meant that even though our car payment would be higher the amount we spent in total every month would be the same. Also we would then be able to walk around feeling very smug.
Anyway, Saturday afternoon we decided we would at least stop by the Toyota dealership. We weren't planning to buy a car. However, you can't go into a car dealership for anything, not even to use the bathroom or get directions, without leaving with a new car. At least that's what people tell me. One of the guys helping us was talking about what happened with his wife's Audi. At 90,000 miles the power steering failed and this happened and that happened. It was very tragic. I think he was making stuff up to get us to agree to buy a new car but it didn't impact us at all. Except to make me very glad the Audi was now going to be someone else's problem.
Another weird thing happened while we were there. This struck me as strange because usually car salesmen will say anything to get you to buy a car (or so I hear). The guy helping us (not the one with the Audi story) asked us how we felt about the Presidential primary. Warning lights start going off in Kent's and my head. He asked us if we'd heard about this candidate, "Uh, I think his name's Osama or something."
Pardonnez-moi?
Do you mean Barak Obama? Kent and I corrected him much more politely than he deserved. Then he starts telling us that Obama's been raised a Muslim. Now, first of all that's not true as you can read here. We told him that was an urban myth. We told him where could read that it was an urban myth. He started to get a little belligerent. Then he starts telling us that Muslims are trying to take over the country from the inside and that's why Barak Obama (or Osama or whatever) was running for office.
O-kay. That was informative. Way to be every negative Texas stereotype! Xenophobic, ignorant and rude. He almost lost our sale, and would have if we weren't pretty much finished with everything.
I find it baffling that he felt that it was OK to have that conversation with us. Up to that point we'd not mentioned politics at all. He'd never met us and had no idea what kind of people we might be. I mean, other than the fact we were both wearing shirts that said "We hate Islam!". I'm kidding of course. And what did he expect us to do? Whole-heartedly agree with him? Pull out our hoods and crosses?
I'm thinking of calling his manager to complain. I don't want to be a jerk but that is a completely inappropriate conversation to have with a customer and it made Kent and I extremely uncomfortable. Any thoughts?
Friday, January 25, 2008
Good (?) morning
3:50 AM: Phone alarm begins going off to the tune of "Sunshine." Do not feel sunny. Consider drowning phone.
3:55 AM: Phone goes off again. Kent gets out of bed to go on his death march, also known as a battalion run.
4:00 AM: Phone goes off again. Kent says, "For God's sake Maggie. Turn off the alarm." I'm all too happy to comply. I reset the alarm for 6:30 AM.
4:03 AM: Unable to fall back asleep as am racked by guilt that Kent has to get up and go into the cold and I get to cuddle with the dog and cat. Consider getting up in a show of support.
4:05 AM: Back asleep.
4:15 AM: Kent kisses me good bye. I say something incoherent.
4:15 - 6:30 AM: Dream that I remodeling our condo. I'm pulling off the ceiling. Am having a great time.
6:30 AM: Once again alarm goes off. Consider getting up. Hit snooze instead.
6:35 AM: Snooze.
6:40 AM: Snooze.
6:45 - 7:00 AM: Snooze, snooze, snooze, snooze.
7:04 AM: Kent calls. Asks if I'm still asleep. Feel guilty and consider telling him that I've been awake for an hour. Decide to tell the truth since it's the right thing to do. Plus I still have froggy voice.
7:07 AM: Go to coffee maker. Look at it for a full minute. Realize I have to add water and coffee because no fairy has come during the night to do it for me.
7:09 AM: Coffee successfully started! Time to take a shower in order to wet down uncooperative hair.
7:09 - 7:16 AM: Shower. Begin to feel normal.
7:17 AM: Pour coffee. Congratulate self on not oversleeping until 7:30.
7:18 - 7:23 AM: Putter around. Realize that I must leave for work in 20 minutes. Begin to panic.
7:24 AM: Frantically dry hair as is too cold to go outside with it still damp. Give up.
7:25 AM: Search for outfit to wear. Promise self that on Sunday night will begin laying out clothes for the next day. Find something acceptable.
7:28 AM: Realize I must take dog to bathroom before I go. Sulkily eat a sugar cookie while searching for jacket.
7:29 AM: Remember that jacket is in car. Put on a sweater instead.
7:30 - 7:35: Dog runs around searching for a bathroom location. I stand in the freezing drizzle with wet hair. Consider selling dog.
7:38 AM: I call dog to go back upstairs. She just looks at me. Her expression clearly says "You can't really make me and I know it."
7:40 AM: Finally coax dog up to apartment. Realize she needs food. Feed her. Am too late for breakfast. Eat another sugar cookie. Console myself that at least it's not frosted.
7:47 AM: Gather up purse, sweater, laptop and coffee. Grab car keys. Remember that along with jacket I also forgot my housekeys in the car. Become even more irritated.
7:48 AM: Get keys, go back to apartment to lock door.
7:49 AM: Finally in the car! Ready to go. Can't find iPod.
7:50 AM: Locate iPod. Now I'm ready.
7:50 - 8:30 AM: Drive to work. Silently laugh at the woman in the car next to me with a curly mullet. Consider that I have half-wet hair. Stop laughing, as unfortunate hair can happen to anyone.
8:31 AM: Pull up to gate at work. Am stopped and asked to show ID by the same guy that sees me everyday. Show him my military ID. He apologizes for the inconvenience. Ponder if he stops people because his job is boring.
8:32 AM: Pull into work parking lot. Only two minutes late! Buoyed by success in my commute I dump coffee on my lap. Consider quitting work. Realize I will never look immaculate in manner of Posh Spice.
8:34 AM: Get to desk. Marvel at people that do not come to work with wet hair and no make-up. Consider asking them to give me pointers.
8:35 - 8:45 AM: Get computer started and delete the 107 junk emails in my inbox.
I could blog about the rest of my morning, with the internet going down and the tempermental fax machine. But it's getting a little tedious and I have work to get done so I'll just say if anyone has any ideas about how to convince yourself to wake up earlier I'd take them happily.
3:55 AM: Phone goes off again. Kent gets out of bed to go on his death march, also known as a battalion run.
4:00 AM: Phone goes off again. Kent says, "For God's sake Maggie. Turn off the alarm." I'm all too happy to comply. I reset the alarm for 6:30 AM.
4:03 AM: Unable to fall back asleep as am racked by guilt that Kent has to get up and go into the cold and I get to cuddle with the dog and cat. Consider getting up in a show of support.
4:05 AM: Back asleep.
4:15 AM: Kent kisses me good bye. I say something incoherent.
4:15 - 6:30 AM: Dream that I remodeling our condo. I'm pulling off the ceiling. Am having a great time.
6:30 AM: Once again alarm goes off. Consider getting up. Hit snooze instead.
6:35 AM: Snooze.
6:40 AM: Snooze.
6:45 - 7:00 AM: Snooze, snooze, snooze, snooze.
7:04 AM: Kent calls. Asks if I'm still asleep. Feel guilty and consider telling him that I've been awake for an hour. Decide to tell the truth since it's the right thing to do. Plus I still have froggy voice.
7:07 AM: Go to coffee maker. Look at it for a full minute. Realize I have to add water and coffee because no fairy has come during the night to do it for me.
7:09 AM: Coffee successfully started! Time to take a shower in order to wet down uncooperative hair.
7:09 - 7:16 AM: Shower. Begin to feel normal.
7:17 AM: Pour coffee. Congratulate self on not oversleeping until 7:30.
7:18 - 7:23 AM: Putter around. Realize that I must leave for work in 20 minutes. Begin to panic.
7:24 AM: Frantically dry hair as is too cold to go outside with it still damp. Give up.
7:25 AM: Search for outfit to wear. Promise self that on Sunday night will begin laying out clothes for the next day. Find something acceptable.
7:28 AM: Realize I must take dog to bathroom before I go. Sulkily eat a sugar cookie while searching for jacket.
7:29 AM: Remember that jacket is in car. Put on a sweater instead.
7:30 - 7:35: Dog runs around searching for a bathroom location. I stand in the freezing drizzle with wet hair. Consider selling dog.
7:38 AM: I call dog to go back upstairs. She just looks at me. Her expression clearly says "You can't really make me and I know it."
7:40 AM: Finally coax dog up to apartment. Realize she needs food. Feed her. Am too late for breakfast. Eat another sugar cookie. Console myself that at least it's not frosted.
7:47 AM: Gather up purse, sweater, laptop and coffee. Grab car keys. Remember that along with jacket I also forgot my housekeys in the car. Become even more irritated.
7:48 AM: Get keys, go back to apartment to lock door.
7:49 AM: Finally in the car! Ready to go. Can't find iPod.
7:50 AM: Locate iPod. Now I'm ready.
7:50 - 8:30 AM: Drive to work. Silently laugh at the woman in the car next to me with a curly mullet. Consider that I have half-wet hair. Stop laughing, as unfortunate hair can happen to anyone.
8:31 AM: Pull up to gate at work. Am stopped and asked to show ID by the same guy that sees me everyday. Show him my military ID. He apologizes for the inconvenience. Ponder if he stops people because his job is boring.
8:32 AM: Pull into work parking lot. Only two minutes late! Buoyed by success in my commute I dump coffee on my lap. Consider quitting work. Realize I will never look immaculate in manner of Posh Spice.
8:34 AM: Get to desk. Marvel at people that do not come to work with wet hair and no make-up. Consider asking them to give me pointers.
8:35 - 8:45 AM: Get computer started and delete the 107 junk emails in my inbox.
I could blog about the rest of my morning, with the internet going down and the tempermental fax machine. But it's getting a little tedious and I have work to get done so I'll just say if anyone has any ideas about how to convince yourself to wake up earlier I'd take them happily.
Thursday, January 24, 2008
Huh.
Kent and I have not been really good about getting out doing stuff in San Antonio. We both think we probably should but between his exhausting school schedule and my general laziness we spend most weekend and down time at home hanging out with our dog. Over the weekend I though that we should look into remedying this. After all, we are in different city and should probably make some memories that don't include our television.
With that goal in mind I set to work this weekend to find things we could do outside our apartment. San Antonio has a few problems: first, there's simply not a lot to do besides the Riverwalk and the Alamo. We've gone to the Riverwalk and had one over-priced meal and several over-priced beers. (Before I quit drinking, natch.) As for the Alamo, we drove by it once and that seemed like enough. Seriously, my friend told me that it wasn't all that impressive. Maybe we should check it out though so that we can tell other people that and base it on first-hand experience?
Second, San Antonio, much like Denver, does not offer much in the way of museums. It's certainly nothing like New York City or Washington, DC. Not even close. There you have a plethora of exciting museums full of interesting things. Here you can go to the Witte Museum or Ripley's Believe It or Not! which I'm actually dying to see. The Witte Museum is the San Antonio equivalentof the Denver Museum of Nature and Science. I enjoy the DMNS about once every two years or when they get a temporary exhibit that I'm excited about.
Anyway while perusing the Witte Museum's offering I noticed that they'll be hosting Body Worlds II for four months. I'm very excited about this. Kent and I saw Body Worlds in Denver and it was really great. For those of you unfamiliar with it, scientists use polymer impregnation to preserve corpses for anatomical display.
So, now we must go to the baffling thing that happened regarding Body Worlds. Over the weekend I was telling someone about the exhibit. Some of you might be thinking I was verbally bitchslapped by someone that finds Body Worlds offensive, which wasn't the case. I will interject here that was prepared for that however and navigated the situation in such a way that there was no need for the person to lecture me on The Evils Of Science and the Desecration of Corpses. (By the way, I respect that some people's religious beliefs forbid preserving/displaying the dead and that's fine but I expect them to respect that my religion doesn't and we don't need to argue about it. The end.)
No, the shocking part came when this person told me that she had never been to a museum. I thought she was kidding at first. Or that I misheard her. How is it even possible in this day and age to have never been to a museum? What kind of public school system do we have that children don't take trips to museums at least once a year? I don't mean to be dramatic but to me, that's completely incomprehensible. What are schools doing? Is there any concern for children who don't have many resources to get an education equivalent to a child with higher means?
And with that I'm going to go find a Department of Education building to throw rocks at.
With that goal in mind I set to work this weekend to find things we could do outside our apartment. San Antonio has a few problems: first, there's simply not a lot to do besides the Riverwalk and the Alamo. We've gone to the Riverwalk and had one over-priced meal and several over-priced beers. (Before I quit drinking, natch.) As for the Alamo, we drove by it once and that seemed like enough. Seriously, my friend told me that it wasn't all that impressive. Maybe we should check it out though so that we can tell other people that and base it on first-hand experience?
Second, San Antonio, much like Denver, does not offer much in the way of museums. It's certainly nothing like New York City or Washington, DC. Not even close. There you have a plethora of exciting museums full of interesting things. Here you can go to the Witte Museum or Ripley's Believe It or Not! which I'm actually dying to see. The Witte Museum is the San Antonio equivalentof the Denver Museum of Nature and Science. I enjoy the DMNS about once every two years or when they get a temporary exhibit that I'm excited about.
Anyway while perusing the Witte Museum's offering I noticed that they'll be hosting Body Worlds II for four months. I'm very excited about this. Kent and I saw Body Worlds in Denver and it was really great. For those of you unfamiliar with it, scientists use polymer impregnation to preserve corpses for anatomical display.
So, now we must go to the baffling thing that happened regarding Body Worlds. Over the weekend I was telling someone about the exhibit. Some of you might be thinking I was verbally bitchslapped by someone that finds Body Worlds offensive, which wasn't the case. I will interject here that was prepared for that however and navigated the situation in such a way that there was no need for the person to lecture me on The Evils Of Science and the Desecration of Corpses. (By the way, I respect that some people's religious beliefs forbid preserving/displaying the dead and that's fine but I expect them to respect that my religion doesn't and we don't need to argue about it. The end.)
No, the shocking part came when this person told me that she had never been to a museum. I thought she was kidding at first. Or that I misheard her. How is it even possible in this day and age to have never been to a museum? What kind of public school system do we have that children don't take trips to museums at least once a year? I don't mean to be dramatic but to me, that's completely incomprehensible. What are schools doing? Is there any concern for children who don't have many resources to get an education equivalent to a child with higher means?
And with that I'm going to go find a Department of Education building to throw rocks at.
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