This never happened to Indiana Jones, but I am having some difficulty adjusting to the blind spot just above my head. Wednesday afternoon, we were meandering through the carnival midway at Excalibur. Because I did not see it, I smacked my head into a six foot tall stuffed penguin hanging from the ceiling. That's the sort of thing an intrepid archaeologist and/or Vegas tourist should see before it whacks them on the skull (crystal or otherwise).
Yes, I am bored waiting for my plane and the airport has free wi-fi.
That's a bit like the story I read about two Englishmen in an otherwise empty airport departure lounge who bumped into each other.
ReplyDeleteI mean, how many other penguins were there?
Nimrod