More Stupidness

Today I was wandering down the the British Museum (like you do) to go check out their bookstore again for research for my dissertation.

Now usually I go in the back door because it's small, not being photographed by Japanese tourists, and it always kind of feels like I'm sneaking in.

Well not anymore. As London is now on high alert, the BM in its infinite wisdom has decided to close the back entrance forcing everyone to use the front doors. The front doors covered and clogged with tourists. Tourists that stand too close. Tourists that get mad when you walk through their photo ops. Tourists that are in MY GOD DAMNED WAY!

Anyway, I wandered around to the front of the BM because research is important I guess. I didn't go in though. The line was a bazillion miles long because they were doing bag searches and other dumb shit.

I don't think I'm going to go anywhere for the next two days...

Get me away from these idiots

So yep. Terrorists managed to build completely harmless, ineffective car bombs and I come back to a city of morons.

Imagine a girl who's been travelling for 24 straight hours; buses, trains, planes, you name it. This girl has a heavy duffle bag and a head cold. She arrives in central London and immediately goes in search of cold medication. She enters a Boots (like a CVS). This Boots is the size of a postage stamp, or, if you would like me to exaggerate less, the size of a living room.

Giant bag proceeds to start knocking things off the shelves and this tired girl is getting dirty looks because she's in the way of everyone. So she sets the bag down and moves two feet away to grab vitamin c tablets.

Entire store bugs out and starts yelling at this girl for leaving her bag unattended. Two. Feet. Away.

Girl is tired. Girl is not in the mood to be yelled at by self-righteous businesswomen and a guy who looks like he's had about 4 course of methodone treatment (none took). Girl yells back, buys her vitamins and sudafed and storms out knocking as much stuff over as possible (surprisingly little unfortunately).

Now normally, I would have actually apologized for being that lax a day or two after a somewhat scary event, but these were the people that were glaring at me for knocking stuff over and blocking their paths 5 minutes earlier. It's one or the other until I work out how to magically shrink my red bag into a handheld clutch purse while not squishing its contents (think "I dream of jeannie" lamp).

No one needs that at 8 am.