Believe It, Or Not!
A few weekends ago, Chris and I found ourselves wandering through NYC. Actually, we went to the city with intentions of being all educated and high-brow, venturing into The Met for an afternoon of "Oh, how educational!" and "Wow, my brain synapses are firing like mad. Aren't yours?" If we were to drink tea, it would be with an extended pinky finger, for certain.
The planetarium was beautiful. Because I was feeling so damn brilliant, I didn't want to miss any of the exhibits. As we walked around the Hayden Planetarium, I motioned for Chris to climb the stairs towards another small display.
"Chris, come over here. There's one more."
"Kerri, there's nothing over there."
"There is. Over here." I walked confidently towards a black silo-shaped exhibit with hole cut out in the top. Would it be a video of how the planets were formed? Maybe something about black holes? Oooh, what if it was about asteroids? I looked inside as Chris followed behind me and saw ...
It was a garbage can.
"Kerri, that's a garbage can." Chris was starting to smirk.
"I know. I knew it was a garbage can." I tightened my grip on my purse and started walking towards the stairs. He followed, on the verge of laughing.
"You didn't know it was a garbage can, did you."
I turned to face him. We were in NYC, enjoying a great museum, all smarty pants.
"Dude, I had no clue."
We laughed until we cried. I was laughing so hard that a security guard looked at me and playfully said, "No laughing in the museum." My gasped response: "A garbage can ... I thought ... art!"
Recognizing the fact that we are just two ridiculous people, we left The Met and found ourselves at the Ripley's Museum (right next to Madame Toussaud's). This was way more my speed. We spent the rest of the afternoon oogling the oddities, including an iron maiden, a sculpture carved from camel bone, and a moment with the tallest guy in the world.
At least considering the garbage can to be an exhibit here isn't much of a stretch. ;)