DFW, day 6: How to create a tourist trap: Kill somebody
Today was our last day of training, and it was a half-day. Got out of there around 12:30 or so. I took the portable DVD player and a few other things over to Kinkos so I could ship them home, as they won’t fit in my bag with all my other shit. I haven’t been in a Kinkos since Fedex bought them, so I wasn’t quite sure what to expect. It ended up being the world’s largest clusterfuck. I wanted them to pack the damn thing for me, so I didn’t have to buy all the packing materials and try and put it together in the trunk of my fucking rental.
It was seriously like watching a bunch of retards try and pound a square peg through a round hole. It was terrifying. I had to wait something like twenty minutes while the doofus manning the counter packed a printer. Yeah, no kidding. Then another lady came over to help me, and I was hoping she might be a little brighter.
Nope.
They were all really nice people, don’t get me wrong, but I’ve never seen so many people work so hard at doing such an assy job. I’ll never go to a Kinkos again. I just hope my shit gets to my house in one place.
After a quick drop by the ol’ hotel I decided I would go down to Dealey Plaza and check out the museum. I fell squarely into the same fucking trap that I fell into when Pat and I went to the Hoover Dam - we figured people would find history boring.
One of these days I’ll figure this shit out.
There were a FUCKLOAD of people there. I walked around the plaza, stood on the grassy knoll, took some pictures of the dedication plaque thingy, tried not to get in anybody else’s photo (which was really amazingly hard) and then went to the museum. They basically turned the entire 6th and 7th floors of the book depository into JFK museum. It’s a pretty cool tour. They have this self-paced audio walkthrough thingy and it’s obvious the people running it put a great deal of work and thought into it.
Still, somehow it weirds me out to think that there are so many people doing things like buying JFK coffee mugs at the 6th Floor museum. Maybe it’s just the anticonsumer in me, but it seems like we should be doing more than putting the man’s face on mugs and posters and shit.
Any rate, I’m off to Twin tomorrow morning and I am really, really, really looking forward to getting home. It was an interesting trip but I’m definitely not cut out for anyplace this ludicrously large. It gets overwhelming pretty quickly.